The modern world is devoted to vanishing species, vanishing weather and vanishing capacity for wonder.
That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.
Love can conquer everything but reality. Which will win every stinking time.
As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.
V rolled the Aquafina bottle between his palms. "How long have you wanted to ask me the question? About the gay thing. " "For a while. " "Afraid of what I'd say?" "Nope, because it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. I'm tight with you whether you like males or females or both. " V looked into his best friend's eyes and realized… yeah, Butch wasn't going to judge him. They were cool no matter what. With a curse, V rubbed the center of his chest and blinked. He never cried but he felt as if he could at this moment.
When she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy
And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.
The bad stuff is easier to believe. You ever notice that?
I don't try to be sexy, but if you are sexy it comes out. If you're not, you're not.
[. . . ] things most people do naturally are often inexplicably difficult for me.
Reduce the number of lawyers. They are like beavers - they get in the middle of the stream and dam it up.