"Laughter? Do people ever care about laughter? I mean real laughter, beyond joking, mockery, ridicule. Laughter, an immense and delicious sensual pleasure, wholly sensual pleasure...
"I said to my sister, or she said to me, come over, shall we play laughter? We stretched out side by side on a bed and began. By pretending, of course. Forced laughter. Laughable laughter. Laughter so laughable it made us laugh. Then it came, real laughter, total laughter, taking us into its immense tide. Bursts of repeated, rushing, unleashed laughter, magnificent laughter, sumptuous and mad... And we laugh our laughter to the infinity of laughter... Oh laughter! Laughter of sensual pleasure, sensual pleasure of laughter; to laugh is to live profoundly."
(MK)
Paul wanted to have a way with words, maybe to make up for his way with women. “Time heals, Pauly,” she told him. Personally, he detested clichés and tuned out such advice. He is a writer, after all. Another publisher turned down his manuscript today. He felt the kind of heartache usually only a woman could cause. Arriving home to find a cigarette still smoldering, he sat at his desk for another series of revisions. Home is where the heart is, he thought.