“Write to me Emmi. Writing is like kissing, but without lips. Writing is kissing with the mind.”

“I can’t write without a reader. It’s precisely like a kiss—you can’t do it alone.”

“O whitest so soft parchment whereMy poor divorced lips have written excellent Stanzas of kisses, and will write no more.”

“I would actually write books totally full of nothing BUT kissing scenes, but apparently people like books to have, like, "plots" or whatever.”

“Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not-writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing - singing, laughing, learning.”

“Nikki," she whispered, "are you going to visit my bed tonight?""Is that an invitation?"Emma paused in her playful kissing "would you like it in writing?”