“Because there’s nothing like the feel of a woman's body under mine, all tight and hot and wet as she slowly comes apart.”
“Like is an emotion. Emotions”—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—“are like holding water. You open your hand, there’s nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.”
“I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.”
“There’s nothing worse than writing. There’s nothing better than writing. It’s like the man you hate to love, love to hate and never really come to terms with any of the feelings.”
“The air was hot and wet, as if it had absorbed the sweat of countless bodies. It dripped also with scandal.”
“Men always do that to women when they feel threatened. They tell everybody the woman must be giving out blow jobs because there’s no way she could be successful otherwise.”