It wasn't often you ran into bondage/Elvis/whorehouse-themed vampire club

They say there's no harm in daydreaming, but there is.

Vampires should never say Uh-Oh!!

JB’s mother had taught him early on that appreciated women are happy women.

No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don’t doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able.

Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.

Wow," I said, since it was all I could think of to say. "Wow. That's some outfit." When you've got a big guy wearing Lycra it doesn't leave a whole lot to the imagination. I resisted the temptation to ask Eric to turn around. "I don't believe I could be convincing as a queen," Eric said, "but I decided this sent such a mixed signal, almost anything was possible." He fluttered his eyelashes at me. Eric was definitely enjoying this. "Oh, yes," I said, trying to find somewhere else to look. (Living Dead in Dallas)