You're kind of a smart ass when you're not flat on your face.

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

Love... doesn't happen every day. It doesn't happen at all for some people

I noticed you right away." She gave me an approving look. "I like quiet, polite men. And men who wear Hugo Boss. I was hoping you weren't gay. Or that you were only half-gay. Like Paul." "Uh...sorry," I said. "It's pretty much full-time now. The pay's not great, but the perks...

Have I ever told you, you look like Monty Clift? he inquired in a deep, seductive voice. Before or after the accident?

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

A pause followed my greeting. Then “We’re watching you ” whispered the voice on the other end. “Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys? ” Silence. Then dial tone. These younger demons. So easily discouraged.