“I began to write fiction on the assumption that the true enemies of the novel were plot, character, setting and theme.”

“Need I insist that the only enemy of the mature marriage is monogamy? That anything less than sexual multiplicity...is naive? That our sexual selves are merely idylers in a vast wood?”

“If the birds sing, the nudes are not far off.”

“I had no intention of getting involved with a tattooed, spikey-haired rock dude who wore his waistband under his ass cheeks, slept around and had commitment issues. Those were the types that had me running from the hills.”

“I’ve committed every part of you to memory, did you know that? You’re so fucking beautiful that sometimes I can’t see straight. I want you so bad, I can’t take this shit. The first night we met was like being hit by a tornado all over again. You entering my life was a huge event and you shook and shifted everything for me. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.”

“I can’t stop this. I can’t stop wanting you and seeing you with Ad is – it’s driving me fuckin’ crazy. I want to take you right now, in a goddamn back alley and against this fuckin’ wall. It’s so fuckin’ wrong and I’m a scumbag piece of shit that doesn’t deserve to even look at you.”

“I want to take you right now, in a goddamn back alley and against this fuckin’ wall. It’s so fuckin' wrong and I'm a scumbag piece of shit that doesn't deserve to even look at you.”