I need you for a lot of things, Hardy. A lifetime's worth of things.

Women. You'll interpret anything as love. You see a man wearing an idiotic expression, and you assume he's been struck by Cupid's arrow when in reality, he's digesting a bad turnip.

A sixty - eight, he wants you to go down on him but he won't return the favor. It would be sixty-nine but he owes you one.

Perhaps only those who had loved and lost could appreciate this magic.

She wanted him to stop, but more than that, she wanted him to go on forever.

Before I write the first page of a novel, I spend a long time creating detailed backgrounds for my characters. I imagine the experiences that have formed them, what makes them happy, angry, fearful, and what they yearn for.

The only thing keeping two people together should be love. Not legalities.