"The night went by, our desires hidden, as if sewn inside coat sleeves. It was not that we even took our coats off, it was the touch, the shiver of recognition when our sleeves met as we lit each other's cigarettes."
This is from Dancer by Colum McCann who is now one of my favorite authors seeing as I just devoured his Let the Great World Spin and, immediately after, picked up this novel based on the life of Rudolf Nureyev... I have always been intrigued by Nureyev... his artistry and his fire... watching him dance even on the small stage of a television screen it was like sparks were flying from his hands and feet. This is the kind of delicious novel that keeps me up way too late at night.