You never knew what you could get away with until you tried.
Fire isn’t good or bad. It just burns.
A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.
That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed--he got a hard-on.
We're taking back the night
He'd made her feel what Barrons made me feel. Bigger than I could possibly be, larger than life, on fire with possibilities, ecstatic to be breathing, impatient for the next moment together. She'd been happy in those last months, so alive and happy.