Who would drink from a cup when they can drink from the source?

I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory

A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

The knowing, I told myself, is only a vapor of the mind, and yet it can wreck havok with one's sanity.

We would lie on coral sand, below sugary stars, watching Cassiopeia mount her throne and the Great Bear wash its paws in the South. I would say, "I have a secret to tell you." And, folding me in your arms, boyish and sly, you would answer: "Whisper it into my mouth.

If cynicism is inevitable as one ages, so is the yearning for innocence. To children heaven is being an adult, and to adults heaven is being children again.

hope and uncertainty [are] the twin ingredients necessary for romance to thrive. ... Nothing begins with so much excitement and hope, or fails as often, as love.