Tenderness

People throw the word love around like confetti when they actually mean affection.

I don't mean to be insolent. I'm truthful. I tell the truth and the truth sometimes hurts. For instance, you have bad breath, Lieutenant. I can smell it from here. It must offend a lot of people. That's the truth. But how many people have told you that? Instead, they either lie or try to avoid your company.

...pain reaches a certain point and does not get worse but remains in all its intensity and you can survive it.

Mr. Sinclair once asked the class to make a list of the ten most beautiful words in the English language, and the only word that really seemed beautiful to me was tenderness.

Pluck my heart From my flesh And eat it.....

Eat my heart Chew it hard Swallow my soul, too

Eric Poole began with cats. Or, to be more exact, kittens.

He looks at me fondly. I know that the look doesn’t have love in it. Or even lust. I still wonder about love or sex or lust. I saw lust in his eyes when he looked at that girl on the sidewalk … I love him, anyway. I love him because he’s kind to me and he doesn’t want my body, doesn’t want to feel me or touch me, like all the others … and maybe after a while he might look at me with more than fondness, will kiss me sweetly, tenderly.

A smile for all the stupid people out there with bleeding hearts for serial killers.