Things. Cosas. Things attach themselves like leeches to the human soul, then they bleed out the sweetness and the music and the primordial joy of bei… - Tom Robbins

Water! Of all liquids on Earth, the only one chosen for scrubbin' and flushin'. The liquid they rinse baby's nappies in, the fluid that floods the gutters o' this cloud-squeezer town; a single drop o' water discolors a glass of Irish, and you, false friend, are wantin' me to pour this abrasive substance into me defenseless body!

There is a similarity between juggling and composing on the typewriter. The trick is, when you spill something, make it look like a part of the act.

The first time that she spread her legs for him it had been like opening her jaws for the dentist.