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"Oh invade me with your scalding mouth,search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes,but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name."
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"You totally love him. He's your widdle snookums."

"What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories."

"(One character on another:) "Don't you know that I passionately dote on every chin on his face?"

"Um i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much,' Paris muttered."

"Matters of the heart are so incalculable!"

"They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future. There was nothing but obliterating sensation, thrilling and swelling, and the sound of fabric on fabric and skin on fabric as their limbs slid across each other in this restless, sensuous wrestling. ... They moved closer, deeper and then, for seconds on end, everything stopped. Instead of an ecstatic frenzy, there was stillness. They were stilled not by the astonishing fact of arrival, but by an awed sense of return - they were face to face in the gloom, staring into what little they could see of each other's eyes, and now it was the impersonal that dropped away."

"He touched my soul long before I knew what his hands felt like."
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"We the mortals touch the metals,the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,knowing they will go on, inert or burning,and I was discovering, naming all the these things:it was my destiny to love and say goodbye."

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

"A book,a book fullof human touches,of shirts,a bookwithout loneliness, with menand tools,a bookis victory."

"By night, beloved, tie your heart to mineand let them both in dreams defeat the darkness."

"I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty."

"And the heart sounds like a sour conch,calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic,scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves:the sea reports sonorouslyon its languid shadows, its green poppies."

"Escondeme en tus brazospor esta noche sola,mientras la lluvia rompecontra el mar y la tierrasu boca innumerable."
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