“Damon, leather and silk and fine chiseled features. Mercurial and devastating.”

“Fine, dandy, she thought. Then lose the shirt, peel off those leather pants, and lie down on my tile. We'll take turns being on the bottom.”

“Furs just as warm and beautiful as murderous sealskin may be made of plush; and vegetal silk as fine and lustrous as ever was spun by the oak-eating babes of Polyphemus can be made of wood. Vegetal leather has been manufactured in London with the polish and durability of calfskin. And when the demand becomes strong enough to turn human attention profitably to the task, foot-wear just as comely and lasting, and more sanitary and comfortable, will be made at even less cost from plant products.”

“My silks and fine array,
My smiles and languished air,
By love are driv'n away;
And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave:
Such end true lovers have.”

“Men smell of leather. … The leather of huntsmen, furniture movers, porters.”

“Ball is made of leather, leather comes from cows, cows eat grass, and there is where the ball must be.”

“These weren't cheap modern books; these were books bound in leather, and not just leather, but leather from clever cows who had given their lives for literature after a happy existence in the very best pastures.”

“Fingers of steel. Wrist of silk.”

“There’s been a tsunami of media, and I’ve been riding it on a mercury surfboard.”

“Very tight.
Very leather.”