The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

Anyone who wasn't half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn't include me, I didn't worry about it.

I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.

Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement. Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty's christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

You couldn't hurt a fly." Actually I was pretty good at pinging flies right out of the air, but I tried to look appropriately harmless.

You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don't mind my saying so. I don't mind.