“If he d been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me.”
“Had I truly thought I would not die when he kissed me? But I did. For a moment the breath and life went out of me and there was no time and no tomorrow but only my lips against his.”
“I don t know much about kisses, but I can assure you that hers were no less fierce than a swarm of bullets tearing the air”
“Joie, he said with his lips hovering over mine. What? I felt my heart flutter. Shut up, he muttered and then he kissed me.”
“The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow. When I kissed her cheek, I could taste the salt of her tears.”
“And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he s gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.”
“When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.”
“-What s so funny? -Sorry, David said, reddening again. You just taste so sweet. -What do you mean, sweet? He licked his bottom lip one more time. -You taste like honey. -Honey? -Yeah, I thought I was going nuts the day...well, you know, that one day. But it was the same today. Your mouth is really sweet. He paused for a second, then grinned. -Hot like honey-like nectar. That makes more sense. -Great. Now I m going to have to explain that to everyone I kiss for the rest of my life unless it s you or another faerie. She d almost said Tamani s name. Her fingers flew to the ring around her neck. David shrugged. -Then don t kiss anyone except me. -David... -I m just offering up the obvious solution, he said, hands up in protest.”
“Smoking is indispensable if one has nothing to kiss”
“He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.”
“It was the kiss of a man who had waited years for the moment, and feared that it would never come again.”
“In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.”
“And so, from the first, we separated our pleasure. She lay on the rug and I lay at right angles to her so that only our lips might meet. Kissing in this way is the strangest of distractions. The greedy body that clamors for satisfaction is forced to content itself with a single sensation and, just as the blind hear more acutely and the deaf can feel the grass grow, so the mouth becomes the focus of love and all things pass through it and are re-defined. It is a sweet and precise torture.”
“for Steve, less is always more, simpler is always better. Therefore, if you can build a glass box with fewer elements, it’s better, it’s simpler, and it’s at the forefront of technology. That’s where Steve likes to be, in both his products and his stores.”
“A kiss can be like the world turning over. It can be like the tide of a dragon s dream washing through the unseen world that is hidden to mortal eyes but that nevertheless permeates our being. It can be hot and cold together, as vast as the heavens and yet specific to the pressure of hands and the parting of lips. It raised more intense feelings than I had expected, like being engulfed in a storm of lightning.”
“It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world. The kind that takes forever and no time at all. His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, “I think,” he says, “my heart is going to explode,” and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.”
“Eccolo!” he exclaimed. At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end. “Courage!” cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. “Courage and love.” She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth. Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone. George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her…”