It's hard for me to take myself too seriously when I'm constantly experiencing firsthand what an incredible gimp I can be.

I’d heard you were dead.” "I heard you wear a red lace corset,” I said matter-of-factly. “But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.

I've always liked the moonless night best. It's easier to say things in the dark. It's easier to be yourself.

It is quite a thing. There are so many men, all endlessly trying to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me lest I fall.

Old Cob tucked away his bowl of stew with the predatory efficency of a lifetime bachelor.

Just handle the books gently and you’ll get along fine.

Thieves, Heretics, and Whores