“She had known that being with Clay would be good, that it would eclipse the other times into nothingness, but this was beyond good, beyond anything. All she could think was—no wonder women liked sex. But of course, this was… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
When I die, I shall be content to vanish into nothingness… No show, however good, could conceivably be good forever I do not believe in immortality, and have no desire for it. — H. L. Mencken Copy Share Image
