Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.

I hadn't liked him at first. He did sort of grow on you after a while. Like the cosmopolitans. Or maybe because of the cosmopolitans.

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

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

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

Sable hair bisected his pecs and arrowed down to the straight and unequivocal statement of his returned interest. Forcing my gaze to his face, I said, "I really don't think we have time for that." "You know that, and I know that, but HE doesn't believe it." "Believe it," I told HIM. J.X.'s mouth tugged into one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Maybe you should whisper in his ear.

Not as intolerable as being dead, in my opinion, but I'm very fond of me. I would miss me a lot.