Jason patted me on the back. “Tomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer.” “I thought you'd chase cars,” I said. He grinned. “What fun is that? Cars don't bleed.

He gave a small nod, and I smiled back, and that was it. He understood that I'd understood that he'd understood. It took us one sentence, two looks, and a nod - with another woman it would have been at least five minutes of out-loud talking. Lucky for me I spoke fluent guy.

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Friends don't count the cost of favors.

murder takes presedence over watching my boyfriend strip" -ID, Anita to Nathaniel

Mercy will get you killed, but sometimes it's all that makes us human.