“if you gave me half a moon of a chancei wouldkiss the incisors out of your mouth, cleanand hold them in my own, like chippings from an old mugthenpray my tongue intoa bowl of holy waterand ask god to neverleave you thirsty.”

“Iago shrugged his furry shoulders. “As you like. Saves me the work of picking the lock with my incisor.”

“The sun, moon, and stars God gave to the world, but He embedded their glories in your countenance just for me. Woven in your hair are the sun's shimmering golden rays. From your face glows the pale luminescence of the moon. And in your eyes God sprinkled a million stars to twinkle against a backdrop of endless night. You are my celestial light.”

“Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts.”

“I sandpapered the roof of my mouth with 3 bowls of Cap'n Crunch - had raw gobbets of mouth-beef dangling onto my tongue all day”

“I nearly swallow my tongue when Cash pops up from behind the bar. “You must be Olivia.”“Holy mother of hell!” I say, grabbing my chest to still my racing heart.He laughs. “With a mouth like that, you’ll fit right in here.”If I weren’t so surprised, I’d probably take exception to that comment. Instead, I laugh.“You bring out the worst in me. What can I say?”