The beauty of language lies in its ability to convey the inexpressible.

Money is concerned only with what is common to all: it asks for the exchange value, it reduces all quality and individuality to the question: How much?

I wasn't thinking anything cruel while I ran my hands and lips across Chloe's body, it was simply that Chloe would probably have been disturbed by news that I was thinking at all.

"Every play is a funeral for something lost."