What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.

All I can do is write about whatever grabs me.

I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

I've given up reading the papers. Since the world's so obviously bent on killing itself, I decided months ago to sit back and let it.

I knew Id always be a second-rate academic, and I thought, Well, Id rather be a second-rate novelist or even a third-rate one.

What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.

Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?