Making love without noise is like playing a muted piano-fine for practice, but you cheat yourself out of hearing the glorious results.

You are so close, and I can’t reach you.

If smart people are parodying it, that's a sure sign that some less smart people are believing it.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.

Jesus died for our sins," Noah says solemnly. "What?!?" I reply, choking back my thoughts. "I was just seeing if you were listening.

I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.