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

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.

Love... doesn't happen every day. It doesn't happen at all for some people

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

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

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.

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.