“For all her chic thinness, she had an almost breakfast-cereal air of health, a soap-and-lemon cleanness, a rough pink darkening of the cheeks.”
“She asked for soup, and I served her cereal. Our love was in the breakfast stage.”
“She had the air of someone clinging to a wall of soap.”
“He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, "Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children." Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her throught the veils of time.”
“Mess with a magical chic and you get some major clean-up when she is pissed!!!”
“That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.”