Sometimes I had the time right, and sometimes the place; that day, they came together.

The hour reflected those pleasant moments when evening hunger can be satiated by anticipation alone, before the pangs become demanding.

And here you are. Before your time. Behind the glass.

burnt-up leaves rustle and fall

I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.

“ I told you what she said, that she liked me better when I was drinking. Well, that's the way I feel, too. I liked her better when I was drinking.”

We used to smile when we saw the other smile. We used to laugh just at the sound of our laughter.

Class differences in New York (and if you believe F. Scott Fitzgerald, in America, generally) are best viewed from the beach.

It has scent, your heat, of jonquils and lime, of spices seared in a hot black pan.

I'm still working on this. I'm always open to your thoughts.

He was starting fresh, starting legal.

Sometimes you can't sleep.

You anchor the real You make love to the true I am bound to you in consecration

...I pray for the animal souls I have taken -- panther, gazelle, hyena, vulture...

It's an easy thing to take out an eye.