720.

What about those flowers and animals who are both male and female at the same time?

719.

Technically, it is impossible to be turned on by your own body; technically, that is.

718.

Show me exactly how the heart, the mind and the body is linked, and I will show you the essence of man.

717.

How much money must a person have to feel secure?

716.

She concentrated on smiling, furrowing her brow. What an adorable picture!

715.

Firefox also made her an American.

714.

Firefox was her invisible spelling tutor.

713.

They flipped the switch and expected the light to come on, like magic.  And when it didn't, they looked at each other with blank faces.

712.

An afterthought strayed. She decided she would leave it alone.

711.

The great saint prayed, "Give me chastity, but not yet."

710.

He looked back at where he came from. It was barren without a drop of water. How could he go back?

709.

Her friend told her that she had been out of sorts the last few weeks and she was surprised, because she hadn't noticed.

708.

And these were the markers of the places they made up: a k-bird, a fruitbat, and a bolster who read all day long.

707.

Because they had no space to belong, they made up their own places.

706.

It is easy to ________, yet through ________, the heart of _______ shines through.

705.

There was a restlessness in her ________ that could not be put out.

704.

The sexual connotations are unmistakable.

703.

She apologised.

702.

Beauty she held in her hands, soft as a petal.

701.

The words cut her as a hot knife through butter.

700.

It was hard to smile; her face was like plasticine.

699.

She had on her sad face.

698.

Runner's Magazines in the doorway, for a hypothyroid girl.

697.

She explained how to do a complicated, contorted exercise to strengthen the ITB over the phone -- "with one leg on a step, swing the hip back and forth" -- which made her friend laugh and forget her blues.

696.

So she filled the silence with her own story, shared a thousand times over, until all meaning had been squeezed out: a dry, drained muslin cloth.

695.

And my heart broke for her.

694.

Her eyes reddened and she said, "Yes, God spoke to me once before, but that one... very sad." And then she kept quiet.

693.

And his favourite phrase was: happy like toad.

692.

He had a laugh that ricochetted off the walls and echoed in your mind for a long time after.

691.

If I am damned with you or with you, I choose to be damned with you.

690.

So he settled on maybe.

689.

He found that his mind had a rivet right through it and that he was vascillating, no, spinning, between yes and no.