“ Go. Go to your beautiful dances, your beautiful ceremonies. And we will bury our dead. ”
There is something about finding the balance to one's nature - perhaps a culture that flourishes is a culture that has found a similar balance among its people.
~ Lily King
The impulse to touch her and all the life in her was something I had to check regularly.
I felt in some ways we'd had some sort of sex, sex of the mind, sex of ideas, sex of words, hundreds and thousands of words...
Is it always that way with men, that first burst of love or sex the thing that binds you? Do you always have to harken back to those first weeks when just the way he walked across a room made you want to take off all your clothes?
