I didn't approve of murder on general principles. Not even of people who seemed to go around begging for it.

How did people get over this? They obviously did. Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on to the next picnic table.

To find them all in one package...well, perhaps better not to dwell on his package in my fragile state.

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 never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you're not.

I gave a helpless laugh. “Damned if I know. I think…we seem to have reached impasse. I feel betrayed by your friendship with Verlane. I realize that’s not logical. I realize that if I’d made the mistakes Verlane has made, I’d want my friends to stand by me, hope that someone would help me when the time came. I just…” “What?” I met his eyes. “I just need to come first for someone, Guy.

...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.