And I put the latte down on a table, awash in the happy middle of my greatest adventure.

The prospect of a world that contains neither humans nor Z's is not so terrifying. Nature will take its world back. Animals will frolic and fight. There will be no lord of the manor, which is not such a bad thing, because it seems to me that people have done a pretty poor job of guiding the biosphere for the last few thousand years.

A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.

It hurts because it mattered.

And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

Okay is BURSTING with sensuality