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

Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.

If there was one life skill everyone on the planet needed, it was the ability to think with critical objectivity

She shrugged another plump shoulder. “I never listened to Porter when he got going.” Ah. At last. The secret to a successful marriage.

I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.

I'm a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?

I dug out the powder blue cashmere cardigan my mother Lisa gave me the Christmas before last, pulled on my oldest, softest Levi’s. Comfort clothes; the next best thing to a hug from a warm, living body. Lately there had been a shortage of hugs in my life. Lately there had been a shortage of warm, living bodies.