Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration, it almost always leaves a scar.
I wanted her body and soul, but body first.
The future can always wait so long as the here-and-now is rapturous.
We drank our coffee the Russian way. That is to say we had vodka before it and vodka afterwards.
I was already at an age when putting off anything was a bad idea.
To rehearse imaginary conversations on paper is called literature. To do so out loud is called madness.