“There was a war all over the worldand all over the worldwas grief.And yet I whispered into jewelled earsverses of love.It makes me feel ashamed.But no, not really.”

“The war was a long way away. Maybe there wasn't any war. There was no war here. Then I realized it was over for me. But I did not have the feeling that it was really over. I had the feeling of a boy who thinks of what is happening at a certain hour at the schoolhouse from which he has played truant.”

“They've really begun the war," he said to himself. "And all over a word in a dictionary, the ninnies!”

“I feel the weight of his gaze all over me, covering me like a blanket.”

“The feeling of pleasure was like nothing I had ever felt before and I wanted his hands to feel me all over as he sat there groping me and I was left wondering was it him or the drug making me feel so good?”

“Over and over, all I had done was say, 'There, I've said it,' though it would leave me feeling only exposed, not unmasked.”