The heart is stubborn. It holds onto love despite what sense and emotion tells it. And it is often, in the battle of those three, the most brilliant of all.

Death. It is a strange stalker, one that we spend our whole lives running from, some more successful than others.

The attraction of reading is that it allows you to live, for a few hours, as someone else—grants you access to their head, their thoughts, their secrets.

No one is normal. Everyone is just pretending to be normal.

I’ve put one foot before another and the years have passed, the time marked by late rent payments and the appearance of wrinkles – tiny ones, on the corners of my eyes. They are a...

I’m done. I don’t need anything more out of life. I have you, and that’s enough.

A child is the quickest to trust because they have no concept of the depravity of our species.

And when one loves kills another, can you still love the one who’s left?

(Regarding Marriage) Both people need to care deeply about the other person, to put the other’s needs before their own, and to make a daily commitment to that person to stick it out.

Marrying the wrong person only denies you both a chance at your soul mate.

Gentlemen are a dying breed.Do your part to help out by supporting them sexually.

Lust is a dangerous thing. It can make you believe things that are not real. It can seduce your mind and lead it blindfolded to the cliff that will be its demise.

Sex should be about mutual enjoyment, connection, the borrowing from another’s fire at a moment when you want it most.

I stare across the table at Jeremy, and wonder if I will make it through our first date without trying to kill him.

I hate society’s notion that there is something wrong with sex. Something wrong with a woman who loves sex.

Love is only made more valuable by the risk of heartbreak.

I need to fuck right now more than I need to breath.

Wait for the man who will do anything to be your everything. And will continue to do it after he has your heart.

Get up and get on the bed in the Master. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.

Women rarely need the things they want

The act of sex is healthy, normal, God-given. It’s the emotions and entitlement that everyone attaches to it that is harmful.

His looks are my weakness, his mind my undoing.

A gentleman holds my hand.A man pulls my hair.A soulmate will do both.

Security is a strange thing, a myth that the brain allows in exchange for a brief moment of peace.

Hope, in general, is dangerous. Hope can be the loose thread that pulls apart your sanity.

The true measure of a man is how he treats you when others are not looking.