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“In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year.”

Years Different House Morning Taste Bed Smell Orange Fog November Pumpkin Squash Cinnamon

Book:In November

Source: In November

“Sweet tastes have sour closes; and he repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.”

Sleep Sweet Taste Bed Rose Repentance Repent Thorns Sour Bed Of Roses

Book:Emblems, divine and moral, with a sketch of the life and times of the author

Source: Emblems, divine and moral, with a sketch of the life and times of the author

“I carried Rudy softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder at comforting. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”

“She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation. In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?”

Thinking Said Together Spirit Walks Cities Cutting Imagine Doors Blood Taste Bed Salvation Ruins These Days Midst Stairs Labyrinth Mazes Rendezvous

Book:The Blind Assassin: A Novel

Source: The Blind Assassin: A Novel

“She licked again, taking her time,even though she didn't need to; her first stroke numbed the bite site. No, this second taste was for her, not him, and there was no lying about that. "I'm starting to feel like a Tootsie Pop, here" he rasped. She couldn't contain a smile. " Yes... how did that old commercial go?" She licked him. "One." She licked him again, and he moaned. "Two." She licked him once more, and his hips came off the bed, "Three.”

Needs Feels Firsts Two Lying Three Taste Bed Starting Pops Hips Bites Site Strokes

Author:Larissa Ione