The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.

You are speaking of my future lover. Be more respectful.

Finally, I drew in a long breath. It was noisy and painful and just heaven.

We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each others bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you. I could work, you would not be poor. I would help you.

There’s no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged.

all my bounce has gone flat, like soda with the top left off.

It’s called Two and a Half Men,” Dermot was telling his guest. “I understand,” Bellenos said. “Because the two brothers are grown, and the son isn’t.” “I think so,” Dermot said. “Don’t you think the son is useless?” “The half? Yes. At home, we’d eat him,” Bellenos said.