God and the devil lose to a common enemy: inertia.
Few of us write great novels; all of us live them.
When a man falls in love, he wants to go to bed. When a woman falls in love, she wants to talk about it.
Flesh goes on pleasuring us, and humiliating us, right to the end.
It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.
Women usually love what they buy, yet hate two-thirds of what is in their closets.