Age had drained the color from her eyes the way darkness drains the color from everything

Colors are vibrating light energies, each __olor ray_ produces a sound that affects matter.

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.Gray...

You might be able to kiss like a rock star, but you__e got to get over this macho trip. You don__ own me.

If you__e supposed to work with someone, I__ recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was __ense.

Let me leave you with this thought, written by my father before he died. If you incorporate it into your system of values, it will serve as a worthy guide to the management of your sexual energy: Strong desire is like a river. As long as it flows within the banks of God__ will__e the current strong or weak__ll is well. But when it overruns those boundaries and seeks its own channels, then disaster lurks in the rampage below.