Charlie waves me on, then leans an elbow on his chair. Propping his head up with a finger by his te

He kept his eyes on mine, his gaze unblinking, and I stared right back into the blue. He moved almost imperceptibly and in the space between a heartbeat his lips touched mine.

How time slips past, masked in the rhythm of the days!

Too much alleged ‘fantasy’ is just empty sugar, life with the crusts cut off.

It is not the hysterical alone for whom the great dash of cold water is good.All who dream life, instead of living it, require some similar shock.

There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions.

I never invite idiots to my house.

I would not want to put him in charge of snake control in Ireland.

Sometimes when you take a tough action against one side in the conflict, they see you as part of the conflict and they attack you.

Why is this so hard?” I whispered. His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. “Everything worth fighting for is hard.

My wife actually got worried about my drinking so much regular milk, you know, so she got me into rice milk and now soy milk, which I greatly enjoy. A soy mocha's a fine thing.