We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.
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I lay in bed last night and thought of G.P. I thought of being in bed with him. I wanted to be in bed with him. I wanted the marvellous, the fantastic...
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Perhaps twenty minutes later he realized she had gone to sleep. He quietly removed his now stiff arm, then turned away. It must have woken her a littl...
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What you love is your own love. It's not love, it's selfishness. It's not me you think of, but what you feel about me.
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It's despair at the lack of feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It's despair that anyone can even contemplate the idea of dropping a bomb or ord...
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You despise the real bourgeois classes for all their snobbishness and their snobbish voices and ways. You do, don't you? Yet all you put in their plac...
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In our age it is not sex that raises its ugly head, but love.
