"...her phantasy strikes me as like Eden before the Fall - not that love and death did not happen there, but there was no time in which they could have a meaning." Prologue, p. 10

"...I was split open/by your son, Professor, and now come back, a broken/woman, perhaps more broken, can/you do anything for me can you understand." Chapter 1, p. 16

"For nothing in the white hotel but love/is offered at a price we can afford," Chapter 1, p. 23

"Am I too sexual? I sometimes think/I am obsessed by it, it's not as if/God fills the waters with mad spawning shapes/or loads the vines with grapes, the palm with dates/or makes the bull dilate to take the peach/or the plum tremble at the ox's reek/or the sun cover the pale moon." Chapter 1, p. 27

"It was very peaceful and free, letting...