This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.

Sex is one's consolation when love is not enough

he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.

To all, I would say how mistaken they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they grow old, without knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love...

His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .

Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

She sensed it, saw my eyes wet with tears, and only then must have discovered I was no longer the man I had been, and I endured her glance with a courage I never thought I had.