"I’m rubbing the foil between my thumb and forefinger feeling the squish of the rubber inside imagining him rolling one of these on himself just before he rolls onto some girl whose face is shadowy to me but whose legs are long, slim and tanned. I feel sick with jealousy–repulsed, but also excited." ― Kirsty Eagar, Night Beach

"This was his favorite time of day, reading to his heart's content before going to sleep. When he tired of reading, he would fall asleep." ― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

"These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean. I just can’t. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Some...

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