I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will.

“Tell me where it hurts, she'd say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me whe…”

“It was the thumbprints of human imperfection that used to move him, the flaws i…”

“Young girls have such sweet tooths. Or is that sweet teeth?”

“Love was merely a tool, smiles were another tool, they were both just tools for…”