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Inmortality (...) is a concept. If you take 'mortality' as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then 'inmortality' is the absence of such fear.

Nobody wanted to be sexless, but nobody wanted to be nothing but sex

Nobody wanted to be sexless, but nobody wanted to be nothing but sex

Watch out for the leaders (...). First the leaders and the led, then the tyrants and the slaves, then the massacres. That's how it's always gone.

children would believe other children about punishments more readily than they would believe adults. Adults threatened to do things they never did, but children told what would happen. Or what they were afraid would happen. Or what had happened already, to them or to other children they'd known.

They seem close, the stars, but they're far away. Their light is millions, billions of years out of date. Messages with no sender.

After his indiscriminate adolescence he'd preferred sad women, delicate and breakable, women who'd been messed up and who needed him. He'd liked to comfort them, stroke them gently at first, reassure them. Himself too, of course; that was the payoff. A grateful woman would go the extra mile.

It was the footprints of human imperfection that used to move him, the flaws in the design: the lopsided smile, the wart next to the navel, the mole, the bruise. These were the places he'd single out, putting his mouth on them. Was it consolation he had in mind, kissing the wound to make it better? There was always an element of melancholy involved in sex.

There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.

That kind of cool slouchiness always impressed Jimmy, coming from another guy: it was the sense of energies being held back, held in reserve for something mote important than present company.