The tongue is more easily controlled than the features of the face; and though the heart may be secret, the face is transparent.
I'll never fall in love again. . . it's like having two souls at the same time.
For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.
There is always something left to love.
Time was not passing. . . it was turning in a circle.
When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead. "Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.
But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
I grew up in the art world.
I foresee online gaming changing when there are good audio-visual links connecting the participants, thus approximating play in a face-to-face group.
I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot.
I was at Live Aid the original, looking like Rolf Harris for some reason. I had a really long beard that day for some reason.