For women the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.

I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.

Im in love with you and Im not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

Ah love let us be trueTo one another for the world which seemsTo lie before us like a land of dreamsSo various so beautiful so newHath really neither joy nor love nor lightNor certitude nor peace nor help for painAnd we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flightWhere ignorant armies clash by night.

The only obsession everyone wants love. People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole The Platonic union of souls I think otherwise. I think youre whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. Youre whole and then youre cracked open.

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart as a sea shell always boring against the rock might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged and ground no longer.

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart when that breaks it s completely silent. You would think as it s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some ... Read Moresort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. If there is a noise it s internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It trashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That s what it looks like and that s what it sounds like a trashing panicking trapped great big beast roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that s the thing about love no one is untouchable.

But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while Just for a few months of ones life is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than that it pleases your ear to hear it Or to nap in a garden in a patch of sunlight in the middle of the day right next to your favourite fountain And then to do it again the next day

Anne laughed.I dont want sunbursts or marble halls I just want you.

I love you and its getting worse.