The first time that she spread her legs for him it had been like opening her jaws for the dentist.

Any half-awake materialist well knows - that which you hold holds you.

Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.

She tried out the chamber pot, although she really had nothing to contribute.

The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne; Al this mene I be love.

She brightened. 'Last week I ran a personal ad in the Guardian. I answered a few too. I'm not looking for sex; I feel too vulnerable for that. I just want some…

Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many people that we know