Marry anne bell and Mark Fossie

“She had long white legs and blue eyes and a complexion like strawberry ice-cream’.
‘The girl seemed tired and somewhat lost, but she smiled.’ (89)

“in times of action her face took on a sudden new composure, almost serene, the fuzzy blue eyes narrowing into
a tight intelligent focus”. (93-94)

“…there was a new imprecision in the way Mary Anne expressed her thoughts…” (94)
“too firm where the softness used to be” (95)

“She wore a bush hat and filthy green fatigues… her face was black with charcoal.” (98)

“Her eyes seemed to shine in the dark – not blue, though, but a bright flowing jungle green.” (101)

“… in the candlelight her face had the composure of someone perfectly at peace with
herself”. (105)

“At the girl’s throat was a necklace of human tongues.” (105)

“Sometimes I want to eat this place. The whole country – the dirt, the death – I just want to swallow it and have it
there inside me.” (106)

“I feel close to my own body, I can feel my blood moving… it’s like I’m full of electricity and I’m glowing in the
dark – I’m burning away into nothing.” (106)

“What happened to her, Rat said, was what happened to all of them. You come over clean and you get dirty
and then afterwards it’s never the same. A question of degree”. (109)

“She wanted to penetrate deeper into the mystery of herself”. (109)

“She had crossed to the other side. She was part of the land. She was ready for the kill” (110)

“Compromise”, Fossie said. “I’ll put it this way – we’re officially engaged.”

“You’re in a place”, Mary Anne said softly, “where you don’t belong”. (106)
Norman bowler and Sally kramer
‘The town seemed remote somehow’. (133)

‘The town could not talk, and did not listen. ‘How’d you like to hear about the war?’ he might have asked, but
the place could only blink and shrug. It had no memory, therefore no guilt.’ (137)

‘It was a brisk polite town. It did not know shit about shit, and did not care to know.’ (p. 137)

Clockwise, as if in orbit, he took the Chevy on another seven-mile turn around the lake,’ (133)

‘He could not talk about it and never would.’ (147)

‘Circling the lake, Norman Bowker remembered how his friend Kiowa disappeared under the waste and the
water’. (143)