I kissed the boys and made them cry … in ecstasy.

I had never kissed a boy, had never even considered that I might enjoy such an unclean thing, until literature opened my eyes.

Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my...

When Clark Gable kissed me, they had to carry me off the set.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday’s lipsthat I wonderedif I’d been kissed at all…

Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .

But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a...

WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?

They always have to have the last word.

I wonder how many women are held up in their bed waiting to be sung to, served wine to, read poetry to, kissed slowly with.

I’d always worried but kissing’s not so tricky. Your lips know what to do, just like sea anenomes know what to do. Kissing spins you, like Flying Tea-Cups. Oxygen the girl breathes out, you breathe...

To expect to be kissed having bad breath is the secret of a fool.