“To stop Maria before she ruined everything, he grabbed her about the waist, hauled her against him, and sealed his mouth to hers. 

At first she seemed too stunned to do anything. When after a moment, he felt her trying to draw back from him, he caught her behind the neck with an iron grip.

“Oh,” Gran said in a stiff voice. “Beg pardon.”

Dimly he heard the door close and footsteps retreating, but before he could let Maria go, a searing pain shot through his groin, making him see stars. Blast her, the woman had kneed him in the ballocks!

As he doubled over, fighting to keep from passing out, she snapped, “That was for making me look like a whore, too!” 
— Sabrina Jeffries, The Truth About Lord Stoneville 

“It was a love of perpetual flight.” 
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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“The world of men and women are making merry in the cemetery grounds. They are having sexual intercourse, God bless them, and I am alone in the Land of Fuck.” 
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn

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“The final weapon is the brain, all else is supplemental.” 
― John Steinbeck, The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights

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“He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.” 
― James Joyce, Dubliners

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“How do you feel if you’re in love? she asked. Ah, said Rosita with swooning eyes, you feel as though pepper has been sprinkled on your hear, as though tiny fish are swimming in your veins.” 
― Truman Capote, House Of Flowers

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“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.” 
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

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“And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.” 
— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (Memories of My Melancholy Whores)

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“Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.” 
― James Joyce, Dubliners

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“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.” 
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

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“I’m praying for you, Mary. I want you to live forever.” 
― Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons

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“You’re going to pass something down no matter what you do or if you do nothing. Even if you let yourself go fallow, the weeds will grow and the brambles. Something will grow.” 
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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“Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul’s incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.” 
― James Joyce, Dubliners

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