I want the fever to grab me forever and want you to be my fever.

Holy Dying”, extract from chapter IV.I (The Practice of Patience) para 5.

Ingo was a fever, and so far she hadn’t found the antidote.

Perhaps [he had] persevered for too long, in the face of too many obstacles, his hair proof of his tenacity – the stark black streaked with white or, in certain light, stark white shot through...

He looks at me, and I don’t know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she’s not here with us now, in this room. It’s just him and me, and the...

It’s best to let her go,” he says.No, no, that’s wrong. It’s never right to give up on someone.

Words are just words. The evidence is in how you act, how you react.

No amount of saying ‘I love you’ and ‘I trust you’ makes it true when it isn’t.

Wedding fever is one of the scariest diseases I have ever seen.

Then why was his tongue in your mouth? Was he conducting a clinical test of your gag reflex?” He smiled, but not nicely. “How is your gag reflex, Ms. Lane? Are you a hair trigger?”Barrons...

With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness… something devouring that could lick a man all over like a flame,...

If you meet an angel, you will have not peace, but a fever.

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are...