“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”

“The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.”

“I'll eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm dry”

“Neither dust nor light stirred. It was as if time had been bled dry and given up.”

“Then she cried without tears, which is said to hurt even more like dry labor.”

“Drink! The flies have not spoilt my vintage; the vines were dry before they came.”

“Fill up the goblet and reach to me some!
Drinking makes wise, but dry fasting makes glum.”

“What joy have I in June's return?
My feet are parched—my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the flagging Zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,
And turns me "dust to dust."”

“I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.”

“She had never been so close to anybody. It was as if they were one being, together, not predator and prey, but partners in a dance. Poppy-and-James.”