I reached out a hand, and touched her. Her body was hard, and slim, and lithe, and her breasts felt like breasts that Gauguin might have painted. Her mouth, in the darkness, was soft and warm against mine.

People come into your life for a reason.

“It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will r…”

“It begins, as most things begin, with a song.”

“The telephone to Shadow's apartment was silent and dead. He thought about getti…”

“If you cut us, do we not bleed?' Mr. Vandemar pondered this for a moment, in th…”