He brought his forehead against mine and we breathed the same air, slowly to try and find our composure. But it was impossible for me as long as he’s so close to me. “You’re ruining me.�

Talk to me. Say something, anything, " he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal."There's nothing to say."He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?

I was falling back again and fast, or maybe I’d never stopped feeling something for him. And it was still hopeless, but at least, I could touch him a little bit.

I closed my eyes and immediately I pictured Brooklyn’s full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body…her smoking body bared only for me.

Just know I amNot there to catch youBut I am there for you

Ebola then turns the insides of its host into jelly: you begin to vomit black junk which is basically your dissolved liver and internal organs.

Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

As for those grapefruit and buttermilk diets, I'll take roast chicken and dumplings.

Jesus, woman!" he snapped. "When did we have to become Romeo and Juliet?

It is in the wild places, where the edge of the earth meets the corners of the sky, the human spirit is fed.

I don't know how everybody else feels, but I just long for reality rather than these made-up things.

My father hauled boxes so I could get an education and earn enough money to pay someone to make me lift weights.

The top 10 per cent of the US population appropriated 91 per cent of income growth between 1989 and 2006, while the top 1 per cent took 59 per cent.

So, lively brisk old fellow, don't let age get you down. White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.