I prefer nothing$$$ unless it is true.

A book is as private and consensual as sex.

Smiley was soaked to the skin and God as a punishment had removed all taxis from the face of London.

Color is my daylong obsession$$$ joy$$$ and torment.

Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him$$$ and I can't hate a man whom I know.

People would never fall in love$$$ if they hadn't heard love talked about.

Listening well and answering well is one of the greatest perfections that can be obtained in conversation.

Pain's not bad$$$ it's good. It teaches you things. I understand that.

Pretty much nobody is getting their emotional needs met.

Why talk about something you can't do anything about?