While I did not fancy myself a particularly good person, I never thought my first real sexual action would be prostitutional.

How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.

Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.

I inherited that penchant for intellectualism, a character flaw that these days can only be thoroughly eradicated by getting Z’ed up.

I’ll give you my strength if I can have your remission.

The whole thing was the precise opposite of what I figured it would be: slow and patient and quiet and neither particularly painful nor particularly ecstatic

Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle - oh, look, we broke down this wall, I'm going to look at you like a girl and you're going to look at me like a boy, and we're going to play a fun game called Can I Put My Hand There What About There What About There.