Reader, I married him..

She wasn't just beautiful. She was like the sun coming up: coming up giggling. She was giggling as if she had just remembered something funny..

I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade.

Not everyone can say, 'I'm going to write a classic today.' If that was the case, we'd all be doing it..

the same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"... p982.

I am, as they say, the classic starving artist..

Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen..