Okay," I said. "I'd hoped to avoid this, but... Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house." Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly. "Eric," I said, and his smile faded. "I rescind your invitation into my house." And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.

I've got libraries in my blood.

It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.

Self-pity is like chocolate; as you get older, you can only afford a little bit.

He managed to convey indifference, contempt, and boredom in the one word.

That's just not right," Sam muttered. "Claude needs to keep his pants on.

Don’t go looking for trouble; it’s already looking for you.