Kit, you're forty. You look thirty. You act...well, never mind. You're carrying on like you think you're seventy

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

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

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.

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

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

And why is it the best looking ones are always straight?