There is no such thing as an ex-exhibitionist.

I didn't mind giving up carnality, jewelry and red meat in return for comradeship and an afterlife.

I've reached the age where anyone who lets me talk seems like an old By listening to my memories, you have become part of them.

the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.

The sun was shining like a congratulation.

Some people become so expert at reading between the lines they don't read the lines.

Common sense is a vastly overrated virtue. I myself prefer the spark of genius.