The God of Small Things, Post 2

Underlined quotes from Chapter two:

page 44:

"She had a delicate, chiseled face, black eyebrows angled like a soaring seagull's wings, a small straight nose and luminous, nutbrown skin.  On that skyblue December day, her wild, curly hair had escaped in wisps in the car wind.  Her shoulders in her sleeveless sari blouse shone as though they had been polished with a high-wax shoulder polish.  Sometimes she was the most beautiful woman that Estha and Rahel had ever seen.  And sometimes she wasn't.

page 50:

"There was a watchful stillness to the photograph that lent an underlying chill to the warm room in which it hung"

page 51:

"He explained to them that history was like an old house at night.  With all the lamps lit.  And ancestors whispering inside."

page 52:

"      'But we can't go in,' Chacko explained, ' because we've been locked out.  And when we look in through the windows, all we see are shadows.  And when we try and listen, all we hear is a whispering.  And we cannot understand the whispering, because our minds have been invaded by a war.  A war that we have won and lost.  The very worst sort of war.  A war that captures dreams and re-dreams them.  A war that has made us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.'
     'Marry our conquerors, is more like it.'"

"Our dreams have been doctored.  We belong nowhere.  We sail unanchored on troubled seas.  We may never be allowed ashore.  Our sorrows will never be sad enough.  Our joys never happy enough.  Our dreams never big enough.  Our lives never important enough.  To matter."

page 67:

"Baby Kochamma's fear lay rolled up on the car floor like a damp, clammy cheroot.  This was just the beginning of it.  The fear that over the years would grow to consume her.  That would make her lock her doors and windows.  That would give her two hairlines and both her mouths.  Hers too, was an ancient, age-old fear.  The fear of being dispossessed.

page 68:

"Silence filled the car like a saturated sponge.  'Washed-up' cut like a knife through a soft thing.  The sun shone with a shuddering sigh.  This was the trouble with families.  Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt."

page 69:

"... it suddenly came back to Rahel.  That expression on Ammu's face.  Like a rogue piece in a puzzle.  Like a question mark that drifted through the pages of a book and never settled at the end of a sentence."

page 79:

"With the certitude of a true believer, Vellya Paapen had assured the twins that there was no such thing in the world as a black cat.  He said that there were only black cat-shaped holes in the Universe."

This is the first book I've seen to use bold italic styled font.