Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

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

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

A pause followed my greeting. Then “We’re watching you ” whispered the voice on the other end. “Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys? ” Silence. Then dial tone. These younger demons. So easily discouraged.

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

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

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