I was half of perfect with you.

There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.

After puberty, you look to one sex for more than friendship and to the other for less-than-complete intimacy.

Two people making love, she once said, are like one drowned person resuscitating the other.

Sex isn't what I'm after. Sex is just what I can get.

Life is not that tough if you have a perfectionist sub-ordinate; life is a bit tough when you have a perfectionist peer; life is toughest when you have a perfectionist supervisor!