It may be meaningless, but at least it's a gesture.
I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.
When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.
It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.
I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.
I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.
When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.
Chimpanzees have given me so much. The long hours spent with them in the forest have enriched my life beyond measure. What I have learned from them has shaped my understanding of human behavior, of our place in nature.
One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness.
History shows that male homosexuality, which like prostitution flourishes with urbanization and soon becomes predictably ritualized, always tends toward decadence.
I like to deal with things I heard about,. . . People are always getting their house broken into around the holidays. That's when the crime rate goes up.