Love that had begun so powerfully in the body had spread luxuriantly into everything. (39)
The dark whip at the center of her. How, so gently, she flicked it and kept him spinning. (96)
"Are you drrinking because you're sad, or are you drinking to show me how sad you are?" she said. (105)
They weren't serious, but they surfaced more and more frequently until he felt carbonated with dark ideas. (111)
Artists! Narcissists! Some better than others at concealing, but like chidlren standing at the edge of the playground, fingers in mouths, watching the others wide-eyed as they were one by one induced to play. Each, when invited to talk, was secretly relieved that someone saw them as important as they were. That the most important person in the room had recognized them as equally the most important in the room. If only potentially so. If only in the future. (123)
"I think Livvie came off pretty well. I hope you don't mind that I used you as a model for her character."
"Well. Livvie is a murderer," Mathilde said flatly. (182)
Like most deadly attractive people, he had a hollow at the center of him. What people loved most about her husband was how melliflous their own voices sounded when they echoed back. (306)
...the nineteenth-century idea of the term telegony: that offspring could inherit the genetic traits of their mother's previous lovers. (335)