Anita can speak for herself," Richard said. Jean-Claude's attention flicked back to me. "That is certainly true. But I came to see how the two of you enjoyed the play." "And pigs fly," I said. "You don't believe me?" "Not hardly," I said.

She should have remembered that people have given everything they own, everything they are, to be taken care of, and to have their pain gone. It's the lure of cults: the promise of a good family; it's what people think love is, but love isn't absence of pain, it's a hand to hold while you're going through it.

Why is everything always my decision?" I asked. Because you will not tolerate anything else." Oh, I remembered now. "Great", I whispered. - Anita to Jean-Claude

Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it

Is this a private fight, or can anyone join?

Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork.

What we prefer to read is sort of like sexual preference, you like what you like. Most of the time you have no clue why.