“Alf Todd," said Ukridge, soaring to an impressive burst of imagery, "has about as much chance as a one-armed blind man in a dark room trying to shove a pound of melted butter into a wild cat's left ear with a red-hot needle.”
“The pinpoint flame of anger and grief becomes a hot needle, then a hot knife.It melts the frost that binds her lips.It melts the sea in her eyesss.(from uncorrected galley)”
“Looking at him makes my stomach feel like it's full of hot, melted butter.”
“The windows of his house shone in the darkness like squares of melting butter.”
“It’s your one last chance,” said Harry, “it’s all you’ve got left. . . .I’ve seen what you’ll be otherwise. . . . Be a man . . . try . . . Try for some remorse. . . .”
“How much do you love me?' Midori asked.'Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,' I said.”