“Caught in a lip-lock that I thought might require the expertise of the mountain rescue team to break apart'.”

“I though you said it was easy, listening to your heart. I thought you said I'd be okay. So why am I breaking apart.”

“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”

“Gen­tly, he leaned in and brushed his soft, gen­er­ous lips against mine. It was awe­some. I thought I might puke.”

“I was reading, absorbed in an assault on K2 by a team of Japanese mountaineers, my lungs constricting in the thin burning air, the deadly sting of wind-lashed ice in my face, when the record -- Le Sacre du Printemps -- caught in the groove with a gnashing squeal as if a stageful of naiads, dryads and spandex satyrs had simultaneously gone lame.”

“When I see a word held hostage to manhood I have to rescue it. Sweet trembling word, locked in a tower, tired of your Prince coming and coming.”