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

I want people to react to my work, to think, to question, to challenge, to cry and laugh and feel.

I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.

I’m never wrong? Who besides Republican presidents and evil masterminds can say that with a straight face?

The battle rages eternal, though the race, religion, gender or sexual orientation of those discriminated against changes regularly. Maybe man’s need for a scapegoat is genetically programmed into him.

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

I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.