All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators.

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.

I was embarrased, horrified and absolutely ready to jump him!

A year ago,' I said, 'you wouldn’t have asked this of me.' 'A year ago,' he answered, 'you wouldn’t have hesitated to drink.' I crossed to the desk and tossed it down.

I realized that I was really tired of people popping on and off of my property like it was a train station on the supernatural railroad.

Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.

Okay I've been stupid in the past. Not consistently stupid, but occasionally stupid. And I've made mistakes. You bet, I've made mistakes.