He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.

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

Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

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

When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness.

I love you," Jake whispered. "Are you strong enough for this?" I made myself comfortable. Said over my shoulder, "Sure." "Would you tell me if you weren't?" I grinned. "Maybe. I can't think of a nicer way to commit suicide." "That's good. I can't think of a more pleasant way to commit murder.

Drink your coffee -- people in Africa are sleeping.