Starlet sex scandal. Giant squid involved.

Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out.

His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.

Because I am a mother, I am capable of being shocked: as I never was when I was not one.

Gravity works in your life, the notion of free will works in your life, however problematic it may at times be.

History, as I recall, was never this winsome, and especially not this clean, but the real thing would never sell: most people prefer a past in which nothing smells.

The beginning of Canadian cultural nationalism was not 'Am I really that oppressed?' but 'Am I really that boring?'