If it pleases you and you can write at all, it's gonna please somebody else.

I'd been blindsided with the most painful knowledge: the first man to ever say he loved me had never loved me at all. His passion had been artificial. His pursuit of me had been choreographed.

By the way, I haven't heard an 'I'm sorry' from you yet." My sense of grievance had overwhelmed my sense of self-preservation. I am sorry that the maenad picked on you." I glared at him. "Not enough," I said. I was trying hard to hang on to this conversation. Angelic Sookie, vision of love and beauty, I am prostrate that the wicked evil maenad violated your smooth and voluptuous body, in an attempt to deliver a message to me." That's more like it.

Following Simon's adventures is like being the pinball in an especially antic game, but it's well worth the wear and tear.

Sookie, my little bullet-sucker" Eric, my big bullshitter

It's a sad comment on humans that none of them are tolerable to one who can read their minds

If I have to choose between you and me - I like me better.