“He kisses like… like it could be his job.” Margot giggles and lifts the spoons off her eyes. “Like a male prostitute?”

“Like a good and happy man increasing his virtue, he kissed her. She did not move away from him. She remained in the embrace of his right arm, her face nuzzling his shoulder, her eyes closed. He tipped her chin to look and measure opportunity. She could not open her eyes. Honorably he searched, but on her face he met no quarrel.”

“He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only”

“Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”

“Then he gave her a kiss on the forehead that felt like a baptism and she wept like a baby.”

“And their mouths are cut like razor blades, and their eyes are like stilettos, and her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, she won't let you kiss her, but what in the hell do you expect?”

“He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”

“Jace was kissing her like he thought he might go to hell for doing it, but it would be worth it.”

“He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God.”

“It'sloot!" he yelled, standing on his tiptoes so he could get in Clarisse's face. "If you don't like it, you can kiss my quiver!”