Oh, God! You are not in your heaven! I asked you to protect him. To
look after him. I asked that of you. But all you are about is souls.
And what I want is his body. Naked and hot with love; boiling with
desire; stroking my trembling breasts and arms. My transparent body
suspended from his. My lustful body held and released by his strength.
What shall I do now with my lips without his lips to cover them? What
shall become of my poor lips?

-Pedro Paramo pg.101.