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

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

Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.

Don't call the man a claustrophobe just because small spaces scare him. Right.

Dogs make sense. They understand hierarchy and the need to cooperate. They come when you call them. A cat though—a cat will take your number and get back to you. Maybe. If he’s in a good mood.

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.

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