Quotation

But the energy that had come off him, cloaked in pleasantries though it may have been, struck her as === “It’s like I’m in a beautiful library but none of the books have titles.” === Felt too the old suspicion that life, as she had thus far experienced it, was a series of detachments. Characters crossed the stage, and some hung around longer than others, but all ultimately exited. === “In Hell,” she said, “someone’s in charge.”Aryan ideals—hair several shades whiter than vanilla, cheekbones as sharp as their jawlines, Arctic eyes, and lips so small and thin they couldn’t help but appear secretive. === … a nose so small you had to look for it, === “I’ve never in my life been called a cool guy.” “That’s why you’re cool,” === “You’re all the same,” he whispered. “You bleed men dry. Good men. You’re a pestilence.” === … he was no more connected to her than the tractor. === What was that kind of attentiveness called? Oh, right. Mothering. So that’s what it looked like. ===