The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.

Sex is one's consolation when love is not enough

And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.

Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

To oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life.

There was no sleeper more elegant than she, with her curved body posed for a dance and her hand across her forehead, but there was also no one more ferocious when anyone disturbed the sensuality of her thinking she was still asleep when she no longer was.