Sex is like a drink, it's bad to start brooding about it too early in the day.

“I look up at the ceiling, tracing the foliage of the wreath. Today it makes me …”

“Besides, who would think of marrying a mothball? A question my mother put to me…”

“gazing down at the black water remembering all the stories of women who had thr…”

“There's time to spare. This is one of the things I wasn't prepared for - the am…”