But God in his infinite wisdome had apparently thought it was an entertaining idea for us to always be wanting to get up in one another.
The man had asked, Why do you want sheep? The wool? Meat? Monroe's answer had been, For the atmosphere.
But she couldn't dismiss easily his light touch with her. No pushing or pressing, none of that herding and corralling bullshit, unlike any of her old boyfriends. And maybe who you fell for and who you...
And then she thought that you went on living one day after another, and in time you were somebody else, your previous self only like a close relative, a sister or brother, with whom you shared a past....
All I can say is that we are mistaken to gouge such a deep rift in history that the things old men and old women know have become so useless as to be not worth passing on to grandchildren.
A distressingly large portion of the world doesn't do you any good whatsoever.
What they need is everything even and smooth. Not love or hate, pleasure or pain, hope or fear, safety or danger. Nobody kissing your cheek at bedtime till you tingle with pleasure in your stomach, an...