Dogs make sense. They understand hierarchy and the need to cooperate. They come when you call them. A cat though—a cat will take your number and get back to you. Maybe. If he’s in a good mood.

What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.

This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there.

Marriage and especially the ceremony which announces it, the wedding... That is how we say to the world, 'These two are now a family, and with this joining our families are joined, too. And you had damned well better respect that.

Fear and bigotry don’t need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes.

You're so far off base this time you can't even see the base!

Don't call the man a claustrophobe just because small spaces scare him. Right.