“The wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.”
“It was bitingly cold up here, and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.”
“I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.”
“The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.”
“The relatively conscious whites and the relatively conscious blacks, who must, like lovers, insist on, or create, the consciousness of the others in order to end the racial nightmare and acheive our country.”
“Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger”