You are as ordinary as spring,’ he murmured. ‘As powerless as sunlight.’ He ran his fingertips down her neck. ‘And when I touch you, I burn,’ he said, making her heart stop and a flare...

Maybe our marriage is bound to be a fight, but it will have its compensations. Fights that end in bed have their own singular excitement, remember.

Words were only an approximation of meaning. The meaning escaped between the words, dissolved, disappeared, like fog fading away between iron bars.

When men learnt to talk in the beginning of the civilised word they used language not as a means of communication alone but as a means of excluding others–using it as a way of setting...

I wonder if your mother was frightened by Peter Pan before you were born?