You were the first in every way that counted.

Knowing and believing are two different things.

Drink your coffee -- people in Africa are sleeping.

And why is it the best looking ones are always straight?

The problem with a life spent reading is you know too much.

You're kind of a smart ass when you're not flat on your face.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you're not.

Love... doesn't happen every day. It doesn't happen at all for some people

Cops before breakfast.Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simply not denying the truth.

Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.

He never lied to me. I just didn't ask the questions I didn't want to know the answers to.

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don't mind my saying so. I don't mind.

I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.

...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.

Not as intolerable as being dead, in my opinion, but I'm very fond of me. I would miss me a lot.

I want people to react to my work, to think, to question, to challenge, to cry and laugh and feel.

I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

To find them all in one package...well, perhaps better not to dwell on his package in my fragile state.

I’m never wrong? Who besides Republican presidents and evil masterminds can say that with a straight face?

I'm a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?

I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.

I didn't approve of murder on general principles. Not even of people who seemed to go around begging for it.

Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.

He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.

I think it was Mark Twain who said, “Get your facts straight, and then you can distort them as much as you like.

Kit, you're forty. You look thirty. You act...well, never mind. You're carrying on like you think you're seventy

If there was one life skill everyone on the planet needed, it was the ability to think with critical objectivity

Hey, its not much of a closet is it?" "No. Its not. I don't like closets. Life's to short to spend hiding in the dark.

Have I ever told you, you look like Monty Clift? he inquired in a deep, seductive voice. Before or after the accident?

Like true philosophers I've come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education.

Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.

He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.

I know that asshole you were with in college --” “Can we leave that asshole out of it?” Please, gentlemen, one asshole at a time.

I hadn't liked him at first. He did sort of grow on you after a while. Like the cosmopolitans. Or maybe because of the cosmopolitans.

She shrugged another plump shoulder. “I never listened to Porter when he got going.” Ah. At last. The secret to a successful marriage.

You couldn't hurt a fly." Actually I was pretty good at pinging flies right out of the air, but I tried to look appropriately harmless.

You don't look so hot, Adrien." "Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day." His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.

One thing I’ve noticed about getting older, it takes twice as much work to get half the results one formerly achieved by falling out of bed.

He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked...fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus.

This is how God made me. You are how God made you. All God's chillun are made how God made 'em. You think God made a mistake, take it up with Him.

Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement. Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty's christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.

Everything a gay man does makes a political statement. Everything matters: where you bank, where you shop, where you eat. When you hold your lover’s hand in public

Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.

Anyone who wasn't half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn't include me, I didn't worry about it.

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