“The truth is like salt. Men want to taste a little, but too much makes everyone sick.”

“A little truth seasons a lie like salt.”

“It is blissfully silent as Matt flutters his hands across my stomach and up the insides of my thigs, making me shiver. He smells like Downy fabric softener and sometimes tastes like it too....He smells like clean comfort and tastes like flowers, mint and salt. His arms are hard, his hips and thighs are solod with muscle, mouth hot, tongue alive, and all I want is wanting when we are in the darnkess in the L.”

“Too sick and freaked out not to want a bullet for every passer by, too sick and freaked out to breathe, too sick and freaked out to care, too sick and freaked out to think of anything but the annihilation of my mind and denial of my life. So sick and freaked out that I think everyone is my friend.”

“The truth, as much as people acted like they wanted to hear it, was sometimes too cruel and harsh.”

“How much salt water thrown away in wasteTo season love, that of it doth not taste.”