One speck of dung will spoil the pot. In order to keep my thoughts on a high level, I put a positive construction on things.

Have I told you that you are my every dream?”Her eyes shimmered. Her voice went smoky with emotion. “Not recently.

The skin is a variety of contingency: in it, through it, with it, the world and my body touch each other, the feeling and the felt, it defines their common edge. Contingency means common tangency:...

He was the kind of young man whose handsome face has brought him plenty of success in the past and is now ever-ready for a new encounter, a fresh-experience, always eager to set off into...

A fan is like the thighs of a woman: It opens and closes. A good fan opens with a flick of the wrist. It produces its own weather—a breeze not so strong as to muss...

One might trouble one’s dainty snout with a whiff of the taleggio displayed in an artisanal cheese shop, or take a saucer of jasmine tea and a knuckle of fennel-scented snuff at a counter of...

Ever been kissed? Of course. Describe it. Why? I want to know if you’ve ever seen Heaven.