Mr.

“As I soar through the salt-filled air, I let the rest of my tears fall, and when I open my eyes, it is to a cold sea, washing them away.”
― Natasha Bowen, Skin of the Sea

“He kissed me a second time, his mouth was dry, he drenched me with saliva, his precious commodity, what he spits on the street.”
― Hervé Guibert, Crazy for Vincent

“What was that squirrel?” Billy said.
“Freelancer,” Dane said.
“What? Freelance what?”
“Familiar.” Familiar. “Don’t look like that. Familiar. Don’t act like you’ve never heard of one.”
Billy thought of black cats. “Where is it now?”
“I don’t know, I don’t want to know. It did what I paid it for.” Dane did not look at him. “Job done. So it’s gone.”
“What did you pay it?”
“I paid it nuts, Billy. What would you think I’d pay a squirrel?”
― China Mieville, Kraken

“I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.”
― China Mieville, Perdido Street Station