Цитаты из книги Revenge

The darkness between our two windows was filled with the smell of pine needles.

When she spoke, her bones seemed to grind together with each word, and I feared that her dentures might drop out of her head.

I’m allergic to the hair. It gives me sneezing fits.”

the whole hillside would tremble as though covered with a swarm of dark green bats. At times I found myself thinking they might fly away at any moment.

At such moments, he would seem quite grown up. He would take my hand

His nose was straight and finely shaped; his intelligent eyes seemed to drink in everything around him. And his lips looked so soft you wanted instinctively to touch them.

“I’m sorry…” he said, returning his cup to the saucer.
“You needn’t be. Everyone I know has died. My past is full of ghosts.”

He stirred his tea cautiously and took a single cookie from the plate on the table.

It was somehow unsettling to hear his pure voice—which I had heard only over the din of a party—here in the quiet of my home.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like another?” he said, holding up my empty glass. <…>
“Why not?” I said. I didn’t really want more champagne, but I wanted him to come back to me.

I knew his age, but what good did that do me?

But there was still no sign of her.

When the wind changed direction, I could hear the faint sound of laughter from the pool, but the books around us formed a wall of silence.

“Why don’t we just sit a bit longer.”

I wanted to escape as quickly as possible.

When the echo died away, I suddenly noticed an odor in the air. It was sweet and persistent but not at all unpleasant. I took a deep breath and let myself be guided by the smell.
“Fern,” I murmured.

At any rate, I slept for eighteen hours straight, and when I woke up I was completely refreshed. My body felt so empty and purified that I wondered whether I had, in fact, died.

In the rearview mirror, I could see a strip of crimson stretching out behind the car. Did hitting tomatoes feel the same as hitting a person?

It was a stifling afternoon. The breeze had died and the trees along the avenues seemed to wilt in the heat. The air shimmered above the burning asphalt; the sunlight reflected from the oncoming cars was blinding.