“A cold rain began to fall, and the blurred street-lamps looked ghastly in the dripping mist.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

 

“There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.”

― Jim Butcher, White Night