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

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.

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

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

He went through the cupboards, found the olive oil, and started upstairs again. He glanced down at the green and gold label and had to bite back a laugh at the words Extra Virgin. That about summed it up.

Focus on someone else’s problems for a change, I instructed myself. You need the practice. From now on you’ll have to live in a world you didn’t make up. Horrible thought.

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