Plenty of guys are good at sex, but conversation, now there's an art.
I have no-fail chemistry. A guy turns me on, he's the wrong one for me.
Marcia was incredibly organized, obsessively neat ... I mean she folded her underwear like origami.
Probably the only thing my mom and dad agreed on was the vital importance of guilt.
I never get used to it, the unknowable mystery of a person so suddenly, totally closed, snapped shut like a half-read novel.
If life can end in one minute - so damn quickly with no damn warning - you better do what you want to do now right this minute. Because your next minute might not happen.