“We do not talk—we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory…”

“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted.…”

“To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth — I count that…”

“Now people are books to me. I read them from cover to cover and toss them aside. I devour…”