“On a recent visit Laura had watched with consternation as the child punished the doll. ‘I’m allowed to do this,’ he said, hitting it less, Laura felt, out of jealousy for the new baby, than because he had been given the chance to be infinitely cruel to something infinitely yielding.”
“Stamp, your name is to be Laura. I’m sharing my name with you. I’m putting my power into you and you must do my work. Don’t listen to anyone but me. You are to be my command laid on my enemy.”
“You are to be my command laid on my enemy. You’ll make a hole in him through which he’ll drip away until he runs dry. As he drips out darkness, we’ll smile together, me outside, you inside. We’ll... we’ll crush him between our smiles.”
“The stamp was a ridiculous object to consider, after such a threatening journey as Laura’s, yet lying in Winter’s palm it became sinister in its own way.”