“The sky is grey, the air hot. I walk back across the mown lawn loving the smell and the houses so completely it leaves my heart empty.”

“You return when you feel like it, like rain.And like rain you are tender, with the rain's inept tenderness.A passion so general I could be anywhere.You carry me out into the wet air.You lay me down on the leaves and the strong thing is not the sex,But waking up alone under the tress after.”

“The thing we are trying to say is in the language of leaves.”

“She shines and nobody knows what to do with her.”

“Okay, you're right; she's so hot I could walk on three legs every time I see her.""Now you're talkin'.""I'll break your back and chop off your legs if you call her.""That's my boy!”

“I knew my box of paints, stored away on the bedroom shelf of my small house across the ocean, could never create such colors.”

“I loved you when you were a snot-nosed kid, into so much mischiefit's a wonder my hair didn't turn prematurely gray. I loved you when youwere a teenager with long, skinny legs and eyes that broke my heartevery time I looked at you. I love you now that you're a woman whomakes my brain go soft, my legs go weak, and my dick get hard. Whenyou walk into a room, my heart damn near jumps out of my chest. Whenyou smile, I feel as if I've won a Nobel Prize. And your eyes stillbreak my heart.”