I read "The Group" by Mary McCarthy. It had tons of sex in it, or so I thought at the time.

The evening had turned sweet and blue.

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.

Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.

I never see a novel as a film while I'm writing it. Mostly because novels and films are so different, and I'm such an internal novelist

Before she realized he was next to her, he had placed his hands over hers on the countertop, then hooped his fingers through hers. Gretel looked up at him, so startled she might as well have been shot. 'I just wanted to wake you up', he said. Which is exactly what he did. One look at him and her heart was racing. One look, and whatever had been before was all over.