Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and some thi...
When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.
The longer I do this job, the less I like people. The species, of course, he adds grimly. There are individuals I like just fine.
If you expect people to try to do things your way, you're going to have to give some hints as to what that way is.
I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
A gaggle of old ladies is glued to the window at the end of the hall like children or jailbirds. They're spidery and frail, their hair as fine as mist. Most of them are a good decade younger than me,...
To be sure, I'm not perfect wife material: I'm neurotic. I'm compulsive. I speak before I think and can't cook worth a damn. I'm messy and germaphobic all at once, and it's not entirely unheard of for...
The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.
It's like Charlie told the cop. For this old man, this is home.
Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
I get poked and prodded like this every morning. I'm like a piece of meat unearthed from the back of the fridge, suspect until proven otherwise.
Stared at him for a long time. If he wanted to end his search for the beast, he need look no further than a mirror.
I’m glad nothing requires my intervention, because I’m trying hard to maintain my composure. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a woman naked and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
Bathing is even more embarrassing, because I have to strip down to my birthday suit in front of a nurse. Now, there are some things that never die, so even though I'm in my nineties my sap sometimes r...
My intention that people will feel like throttling her
But my darling was as frail as a bird. She died nine days later. After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled. Although
Comparison. His eyes were hazel, and his arms ended in white bandages just below the elbows.
Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and somethin...
Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?
Give orange give me eat orange me eat orange give me eat orange give me you. —NIM CHIMPSKY, 1970s Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more. —BRITNEY SPEARS, 2007
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