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“Just as we use speech and gestures to communicate, so we use touch. Words can say, ‘I love you’, but touch can also say how and how much, and, at the same time, ‘I respect you’, ‘I need you’, and ‘thank you’. For a long time, scientists somehow thought that touch served merely to emphasize a verbal message. But now it is clear even to them that touch can be the message, and that it can be more nuanced and sophisticated than either speech or gestures, and more economical to boot. What’s more, touch is a two-way street; and a person’s reaction to our touch can tell us much more than their words ever could. Finally, while words can lie, or be taken for granted, primal touch is difficult to either ignore or discount.”

“Plains watch the mountains and mountains watch the plains. Through looks, everything touches everything, even though they have many kilometers or even light years between them!”

“The comedy in our lives was those first few weeks we lived together in Paris: Our bodies desired one another, our souls opened for one another. We experienced all of the happiness and anguish of first love. Those first few weeks in Paris, we barely touched lips; yet the few times we did, it had the force of a collision of stars.”

“ART The world is full of confusion and contradiction. We cannot expect to do anything that is absolutely right. We can only measure rightness by the truth within ourselves. And our own truth will never be quite the same as somebody else's. I wish that I could touch you and be sure that it was the right thing to do. I only want to touch you briefly. Just once so that you will know. We are flesh and blood and full of faults. But we are also full of warmth. The world is full of confusion but there is compassion in its midst. communication via simple touch can transmit so much of us in just one minute. Like a painting or a piece of music. I want to touch your soul. I only wish I could be sure it was the right thing to do.”

“I exist in the tears that you shed when you stumble upon a song that brings all your memories and pours on you at once. I exist in every touch of you, that kills a rose for a second and then makes it immortal. I exist in that thunder that shakes the heart of your world and brings it down to its knees. I am everywhere inside you, where you know I would exist, but you would never search.”

“And every time I've set out to meet life, I've met and embraced death. I've collected all my skeletons and bones from each of those moments and have stored them inside the closet that I own. The bones that the death wouldn't touch. And I guess now I have enough of them with me to build a bridge to the paradise in which life lives.”

“It only now broke through Henrietta's consciousness how much of love was about touch -- and how destabilizing. All she wanted was to be with him, and this desire washed away everything else like the sea. The world was now surface landscape, mere background to her want and need: -he- was its gravitational pull, its chemical center. In their few moments of intimacy together, she had never felt less alone -- or more at home with herself. This must be the true power of love: the willingness to leave one's world behind for a place that had been hiding deep inside you all along, another lost island. She was stunned to realize she didn't mind the prospect....”

“I wanted to reach over and touch the place where he was tattooed, to see if he was still alive. He's layin' awful quiet, I told myself, I ought to touch him to see he's still alive... that's a lie. I know he's still alive. That ain't the reason I want to touch him. I want to touch him because he's a man. That's a lie too. There's other men around. I could touch them. I want to touch him because I'm one of these queers! But that's a lie too. That's one fear hiding behind another. If I was one of these queers I'd want to do other things with him. I just want to touch him because he's who he is.”

“Everything that was necessary could be brought by the windows on the small hot air balloons blazoned with company logos, dropping pizza in a cardboard box end over end in a hilarious slow motion tumble until the tray at the balcony caught it, and that was it: technology was grand. No more need for touch...”

“He holds out a trembling hand and traces the shape of her arm, descending to her elbow. “You’re like mist,” he says. “You really don’t feel this?” Love shakes her head. “No.” But that’s not entirely true, because this illusion of a touch has turned her into a current, this human has reached down to her bones. Then his fingers curl right through her hip, and he lowers his voice. “How ’bout that?”

“Marketing is so powerful that it can make even an extremely untalented musician a one-hundred-hits wonder.”

“No tricks, no tools, but talent makes a task truly top class.”

“You were always so good with the dogs, Mary -- you amazed me. When they were born, you were the first human being they met. Or I should say sensed, being blind and deaf. Your hands were the first to touch every dog that came into the world under our care, and I can't help but believe that made a difference. Both ways -- who would you have turned out to be if you hadn't touched all those newborn pups? Who would those pups have turned out to be if they hadn't met the world in your caress? You were at the tip of a very long lever, and if nurture really does trump nature, then every pup came into the world greeted by the scent of their mother and the touch of Mary Sawtelle. I believe they remembered you all their lives. I never told you that when we were traveling, but I could see it every time we walked up to a house or a yard: they knew me, but they remembered you.”