I knew even then that she was right. An en is a karmic bond lasting a lifetime. Nowadays many people seem to believe their lives are entirely a matter of choice; but in my day...

Dah-lin.

With red clay between my toes,and the sun setting over my head,the ghost of my mother blows in,riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,riding on a honeysuckle breeze.

The art of sensuality encompassing the exploration and experiencing of all our senses… Those images are being born from and through living the moments of eating favorite chocolate cake with ice-cream, tranquil meditating, walking the...

I come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard sign that I don’t remember seeing and I look up at it. All it says is ‘Disappear...

I have come to see this fear, this sense of my own imperilment by my creations, as not only an inevitable, necessary part of writing fiction but as virtual guarantor, insofar as such a thing...

But you don’t need anything. You have everything,’ I tell him.Rip looks at me. ‘No I don’t.”What?”No I don’t.’There’s a pause and then I ask, ‘Oh, shit, Rip, What don’t you have?”I don’t have anything...

She fucking turns me inside out.””Women who matter have a way of doing that.” Lucas scowled. “We sound like a couple of women, talking about feelings. I think Sascha’s having a bad influence on me.””You...

What do you do?’ she asks, holding out the vest.’What do you do?”What do you do?’ she asks, her voice shaking. ‘Don’t ask me, please. Okay, Clay?”Why not?’She sits on the mattress after I get...

Oh, Clay darling, if you had told me you were feeling irritated because of your…problems, I wouldn’t have made a fuss.” She knew very well the changelings around her could hear every whispered word.”Tally.” It...

Every night I cuddle with a blob of unbaked clay I fashioned in the shape of a woman. But that’s what being in love is all about.

… the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began…

What you repeatedly do carries the clay to mold you into who you eventually become. Don’t despise any tiny minute of the day; each counts so much!

God, how we get our fingers in each other’s clay. That’s friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.

You like vodka, and I like carpet cleaner. You should try it. It’ll put hair on your chest—really clean hair. Grandpa said it would make me a better lover, but I made me a better...

We’re all diamonds in the rough until God gets His hands on us”. ~R. Alan Woods [1984]

I’m putty in her hands. Out of her hands, I’m more like clay.

The Mercy of Allah is an Ocean, Our sins are a lump of clay clenched between the beak of a pigeon. The pigeon is perched on the branch of a tree at the edge of...

We scarified a mosquito. I bet that’s what did it. It was probably a virgin too.