Never argue when you're winning.

It's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.

I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen him, make him someone else.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

How do you introduce boyfriend C to boyfriend A after boyfriend A has been such a good sport, of late, about boyfriend B, who is no longer in the picture?

Some moments are perfect, and then someone comes along and f*cks it up. Ain't it always the way.

Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.