“I wondered whose job it was to blow sunshine into my ears.”
“I'd blow someone for a valium," I said in Jacob's ear."Maybe he's got one... but try offering a hand-job first so you retain some leverage.”
“All the melody on earth is concentrated in my Jane's tongue to my ear (I am glad it is not a naturally silent one): all the sunshine I can feel is in her presence.”
“I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.”
“In porn, men give blow jobs like they love men. Women give blow jobs like they love the camera.”
“I wonder why it is I don't argue like this, with anyone but you. I wonder why it is, I won't let my guard downFor anyone but you. We do it all the time, blowing out my mind...”