I choose this story above all others because it's a story I'm struggling to end.

Life gives you enough hard knocks so it's unlikely you'll stay that sure of yourself.

After every ''victory'' you have more enemies.

Love is the one thing stronger than desire and the only proper reason to resist temptation.

In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun.

The best language is always found in books because it's considered. It's a high language. Sometimes, it is complex and difficult. It's empowering and offers a way to speak about yourself that you don't have if all you are doing is reading the newspaper and watching TV.

Her butler opened it for her. His name was Boredom. She said, 'Boredom, fetch me a plaything.' He said 'Very good ma'am,' and putting on his white gloves so that fingerprints would not show he tapped at my heart and I thought he said his name was Love.