If I quit having fun, then it's time for me to quit working.

Eric turned to me, kissed me on the lips very lightly, and looked at my face for a long moment. “He’ll spare you,” Eric said, and I understood he wasn’t really talking to me but to himself. “You’re too unique to waste.” And then he opened the door.

He looked like he'd just seen the Ghost of You Better Shut Your Mouth.

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.

I stroked Eric's hair, tucking some behind his ear. His eyes on mine were intent, and I knew he was waiting for me to speak. "I wish," I said, "I could save orgasms in a jar for when i need them, because I think I had a few extra." Eric's eyes widened, and all of a sudden he roared with laughter. (Dead to the World)

They say when one door shuts, another one opens. But they haven’t been living at my house. Most of the doors I open seem to have something scary crouched behind them, anyway.

You never told me all this before," I said, by way of explanation. "You all have divided up America into kingdoms, is that right?