He wanted her. Here, now, between growing vines and fallen leaves, in the rain and the mud. Anywhere.And she wanted him, too.

The authentic human has the might of compassion and the creative power to do any manner of good.

We get so used to the gregarious nature of our towns and villages that we forget how crowded our existence has become.

What do I like in a girl? I like a girl that likes me, a girl that knows how to smile and see the bright side of things. A girl that makes me a better person.

Too much rouge is a sign of despair.

How we act with each other really reveals our most animal instincts.

The tailoring may be a softer, more draped, but I don't believe it's any less smart. For sure it feels more relaxed, it's a different kind of elegance, but I'd never call it casual.

The golden beams of truth and the silken cords of love, twisted together, will draw men on with a sweet violence, whether they will or not.

You have to learn to smile through your pain. Sometimes it’s all we got.

I can hear her thunder, she's coming after me, thunder thighs.

I quite enjoy a high-waisted cotton panty.