...and dread came back like a hoot from a bully on the street outside. - Norman Mailer

There is nothing safe about sex. There never will be.

He was full of love — for himself, first, and his prowess — such a fine power at his age. Then, he felt a degree of love for her —

It is the smell of the stockyards, all of it taken together, a smell so bad one must go down to visit the killing of the animals or never eat meat again. Watching the animals be slaughtered, one knows the human case — no matter how close to angel we may come, the butcher is equally there.