the instant he knew he loved her, she slipped down his body and out of his arms
Talent is more erotic when it's wasted.
A writer decides to follow some ideas and not others for reasons that aren't always clear to him. It's often a matter of intuition.
Once you've seen the signs about the barn, it becomes impossible to see the barn.
Everything I've stated may prove to be total poppycock.... Perhaps time will tell. Perhaps time will do nothing of the kind.
He thinks he's happy but it's just a nerve cell in his brain that's getting too much stimulation or too little stimulation.