People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don’t reach my lips.
Apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty, you think of nothing for that second. That’s why it’s so compelling, it’s a tiny taste of death. Your mind is void, you have nothing in your head save white light.
7. Carla Bruni — Chanson Triste