Oui , but if all the men in your life are happy, you are happier, and it makes my life easier." - Jean-Claude

Death cures all ills. Well, most of them.

Silk didn't care if it slid over scars or smooth, untouched skin. I'd earned my right to be paranoid.

One of my rules is never explain. A writer is a lot like a magician, if you explain how the trick works then a lot of the magic turns mundane.

I enjoy my anger, it’s the only hobby I have.

I got out my jar of ointment. I knew animators who had special containers for the ointment. Crockery, hand-blown glass, mystical symbols carved into the sides. I used an old Mason jar that had once held Grandma Blake's green beans. Larry fished out a peanut butter jar with the label still on it. Extra-crunchy. Yum-Yum.

Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.