It terrified me to consider: What if, as a grown-up, I craved another body beside me as still as this one? What then?
Augusten Burroughs (2008). “A Wolf at the Table: A Memoir of My Father”, p.35, Macmillan
It terrified me to consider: What if, as a grown-up, I craved another body beside me as still as this one? What then?