Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

It was easy enough to despise the world$$$ but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region.

I never said it would be easy$$$ I only said it would be worth it.

Good sex is like good bridge. If you don't have a good partner$$$ you'd better have a good hand.

I've known my mom since I was zero years old. She is quite dope.

At the sting in her eyes$$$ she remembered for him that there must be no tears in his.

I'm a great reader that never has time to read.

She read Dickens in the same spirit she would have eloped with him.

Sometimes ah think that people become junkies just because they subconsciously crave a wee bit ay silence.

Only people who are well off can be - complex.