Because I want to have sex with him--and because that's sinful--I'm blushing and flushing furiously under his scrutinizing scrutiny.

Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.

All I wanted was to share myself with him...in a love way, lust way, every kind of way.

My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love.

Hate was the other side of love, wasn’t it? That’s what passion was like with her—to the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. We traveled to heaven and hell together. Earth wasn’t in the picture, and that was a problem.