It's just a crazy damned life, that's all.

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

I think there is just a vein of humanity that really loves animals and really loves to read about them.

I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page.

...poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.

The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

Life goes on with fragile normalcy.