If I was getting harder, it was in response to the world around me.

I held on to my better nature by my fingernails but I held on.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

Eric,” she said, “maybe someday one of the waitresses will get pregnant, and we can go to a baby shower!” “That would be something to see,” said Eric

Life should imitate romance literature far more often.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy, you know, because I can't tell them the truth; which is, that I'm driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.

I had never seen so many cute men in one place in my life. But I could tell they were not for me. Russell was like the gay vampire Hugh Hefner, and this was the Playboy Mansion, with an emphasis on the "boy.