Just the act of sleeping beside someone you liked to be with. Maybe that was love.
People could not get enough of what they had lost, even if they no longer wanted it.
Twitter," said Manny, waving his hand. "You know what that is? Termites with microphones.
It seemed that everywhere you went, people quickly adapted to the way they had to live, and called it Life.
Good writing is good writing, and I'm so happy when I read it.
The only option for a creative person was constant motion—a lifetime of busy whirligigging in a generally forward direction, until you couldn’t do it any longer.