“Are you going to be playing for the pure thrill of unreluctant desire?”

“ardent, adj.It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is in the air; sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.”

“buoyed notby thrill but by happiness.”

“This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.”

“Sometimes desire is air, sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.”

“Making love without noise is like playing a muted piano-fine for practice, but you cheat yourself out of hearing the glorious results.”

“I pressed my head into the pillow and I screamed. Pure sound. No words. But it all came out as your name.”