One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Was bisexual," she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.
Lois McMaster BujoldI do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him.
Lois McMaster BujoldI am an atheist, myself. A simple faith, but a great comfort to me, in these last days.
Lois McMaster Bujold