Mark

“You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

“A rocker rose like Poseidon and flexed his knuckles.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“She found the page, cleared her throat and began to read, " 'There was nary a doubt that I had ever seen such big ones, round and ripe. My teeth ached to bite them' " God, what tripe! ”
― Johanna Lindsey, Gentle Rogue

“He was staring hard, not at his wife and me but at his daughter watching us. In his cold pupil, in the firm twist of his lips, was reflected Madame Miyagi's orgasm reflected in her daughter's gaze.”
― Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler