Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?

This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there.

What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.

Humans were peculiar. They were by turns squeamish and appallingly violent.

Women were complicated creatures. Any man who thought he had one figured out simply wasn't paying attention.

I see you. I will be careful with the places that hurt.

Hating politics was like hating the weather. Pointless, since both were inevitable.