Sex is a drug, Eleanor had told me. When sex enters into a situation, people lose all reason. They do things they would never do otherwise. These things they do may be crazy. May even be dangerous. May break their hearts, or someone else's... The real drug, I came to believe, was love.
Joyce MaynardAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: November 5, 1953