Chloe Thurlow

If sex is a journey, orgasm is the both the purpose and journey's end.

Sex is a three act play: foreplay, play and afterplay.

Sex is about anticipation not culmination.

Nothing is better than sex and nothing is exactly like it.

It is at night when sleep like the outgoing sea leaves you dry and cold and the morning light arrives like a small punishment.

Two spacemen touching in anti-gravity is like a kiss. But then, there is nothing like a kiss. A kiss is a rare bird. The first sip of champagne. The fleeting glimpse of a shooting star. The kiss is uniquely human. We exchange bodily fluids with a kiss. A great kiss is like eating melon on a picnic. Like diving into a warm sea. A French kiss is a battle of tongues where everyone wins.

Making love requires no thought. You move as the fronds of a palm tree move in the breeze. It is all instinct. All wonder. When you love someone, your lips are incomplete until they are oiled by a kiss. You can say __ love you_ a thousand ways but you can say it better with silence and a kiss.

The kiss is the greatest of gifts, a miracle, uniquely human. A kiss beneath the mistletoe. A kiss after midnight. A kiss before dying. The devil's kiss. As a picture tells a thousand words, so a kiss says everything that's important. I am told prostitutes never kiss their clients. It is too personal, too human. We kiss to say I love you. We kiss the rings of the self-important. The feet of conquerors. The rich dark earth when we reach the promised land. We kiss our hands and wave as loved ones begin a journey. We kiss strangers before dawn in the first hours of a New Year because our wintry lips are incomplete until they are oiled by a kiss.

When it happened I was terrified. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I was a cliche. I looked at myself in the mirror and in my eyes was a look I had never seen before: confusion, mystery and, yes, happiness. I had fallen in love.

You may not believe in chance but it provides us with every opportunity we need.

If the existentialists are right, that life is meaningless, and if we acknowledge that, we are better equipped to find pleasure in small things.

You can cross the Rubicon in a boat without getting wet, but surely, getting wet is the baptism before you begin that new life on the other side.

A woman's heart and a woman's dreams are malleable and can change at any moment. It is the essence of being a woman.

Life is a juggling act with your own emotions. The trick is to always keep something in your hand and something in the air.

Life is a long road with lots of junctions and every time you chose to go one way, you may just have easily have gone the other. We don't make choices so much as choices are made like a new fashion we slip into without realising.

Characters begin as your children and become your teachers.

Love is like being on a small boat in the middle of the sea with no compass and no one to rely on except each other.

The problem with being a liar is you can never believe anyone else.