By Tink's diaphram...!

...It's easier to find a way to make money at something you love than to learn to love a job that you can make money at.

Growing up is hard, love. Otherwise everyone would do it.

The quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet. Can I make you a cake?" Big Al to Pierce, then Rachel.

I’d given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

My blood rose, mixing with my lingering fear of the unknown to drive her to a fever pitch. Her lips touched my lower neck and vertigo spun the room, burning tracings of desire to settle deep and low in me. I exhaled into the promise of more to come, calling it to me. I breathed it in like smoke, the rising passion starting a feeling of abandonment inside. I didn’t care anymore if it was right or wrong. It just was.

You think my kids just popped out of the ground?