Are we all just lightning rods for other people's destinies? Is that what it's all about
Anthony McDonaldOh I don't know,' he said. 'But maybe, maybe love should be a kind of journey
Anthony McDonaldWhen whisky talks it rarely counsels prudence.
Anthony McDonaldExposing impressionable young men to the glories of opera on their first evening at home with you tended to put the kiss of death on things, as Oliver, to his cost, had discovered over the years.
Anthony McDonaldI've never had a love letter before. Not from anyone. It is a most wonderful thing to receive. I realise that it makes a present to me of your life, not just your love.
Anthony McDonaldSex was like the wooden horse of Troy, he decided. How uncomplicated a gift it seemed at first, but once you had let it through the gate how many unexpected dangers might be found to have stowed themselves away inside.
Anthony McDonaldTags: sex
It did look rather nice, actually, though it was hardly something to masturbate about.
Anthony McDonaldIt was far better, he thought, just to get on with life yourself, to have your own adventures and make your own mistakes, without raising a banner over them that proclaimed: I'm this, or I'm that; of this party or of the other one.
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