The touch was exactly what the touch of a lover's hand should be: familiar, yet exciting as a whispered promise. I felt an almost irresistible urge to take her hand and place it flat against my chest, near my heart. Maybe I should've done it. I know now that she would've laughed, if I'd done it, and she would've liked me for it. But strangers that we were then, we stood for five long seconds and held the stare, while all the parallel worlds, all the parallel lives that might've been, and never would be, whirled around us.
Gregory David RobertsThereโs too much love in the world. Sometimes I think thatโs what heaven is---- a place where everybodyโs happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever.
Gregory David RobertsFanatics have the look of people who do not masturbate but who think about it almost all time.
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