"...Julia longed to be at home facing the light blue of her bathtub, with its lavender-scented bubbles and much-too-hot water, ominously waiting the tears that would soon follow. She longed for her wood floors with the area rug that her mother gave her on Christmas, the one from Ross that was dark maroon, the color of the curtains on her front window, the light-blocking curtains that were velvety and dense like the water that she edged into on cold-lonely evenings."
"The memories of my distant teen-hood still haunt me: when I could find a new lover every week and let him go just as fast."
"Her hair is a magnificent bronze, as the light catches it. A halo around her head, she is glowing. I freeze; I stop breathing. The golden brown of her irises penetrate me."