“A kiss on the head! you really are a passion wagon!”
“You're really dumb," she whispered in my ear."Yeah?""Yeah. Why do you think there're eighteen pebbles in my wagon?" And then the last remaining space between our lips was gone and I was falling headlong into her eyes, right there on Palo Verde after dinner. And I can tell you, that was no saint kissing me.”
“it is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.”
“The kiss. The kiss. The kiss. It was chocolate cake and fizzy passion and goose bumps. No one had ever kissed me like that.”
“Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.”
“I might feel you but I can't kiss you! My intuition is directing me to the main passion.”