She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

You remind me of a smoked cigarette.

he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.

He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.

I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.