She was perfect, pure maddening sex, and she knew it, and she played on it, dripped it, and allowed you to suffer for it.

the worst thing," he told me,
"is bitterness, people end up so
bitter.

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

Lust is what keeps you wanting to do it even when you have no desire to be with each other. Love is what makes you want to be with each other even when you have no desire to do it.

She's just such an all-around athlete, and then she has the personality, desire and drive to go out and do the best that she can. Things don't rattle her. If she has a bad day, she just builds on it and tries to do better for the next day.

It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.