I’m a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?
Don’t say anything against indies. They’re very sensitive. One hint of elitism and they’ll be organizing a twitcott.
The only thing I’m sure of is wherever you are is where I belong.
High school, college, the office, evil cults, everywhere you go, there’s that social hierarchy to contend with.
Being alone wasn’t nearly as lonely as being with people who didn’t love you.
West, pull your head out of your easel. Boxner.
Most people don’t fall out of love at the same time. One person always wants more than the other person can give them. And that ends in bitterness.
Still, the first rule of cohabitation is Thou Shalt Not Diss the Other Dude’s Kinfolk.
They will rue the day,” Tucker growled.
If you even try to die, I’ll kill you myself,” Tucker had said in a choky voice.
I got some peculiar looks from staff and visitors alike, but no one challenged me, which is a statement as to what an air of confidence will do. Or how truly scary crazy people are.
He won’t feel a fraction of what I do for you. You won’t change his life. And you will always wonder about what could have been, always feel that funny little ache right here.” He puts his hand over your heart.
My motto has always been: why wait till tomorrow when you can worry today?
I love you, Kit. I just do.” I muttered, “Well, you don’t have to sound like it’s against your will.
But casual dress or no, he looked like the guy in charge. Of everything. Everywhere.
He had one of those British public school accents that make insignificant comments like Would you pass the butter sound as interesting as Fire when ready!
I’ve never been able to ascertain exactly what Angus is studying at UCLA. Library Science or Demonology 101?
All you had to do was flip through a couple of titles in the cozy-mystery section to know that evil lurked in the cutest, quaintest corners of the universe.
There, long forgotten by me, were several glass-front cases loaded with books. I dropped the broom and approached slowly, my pulse quickening in excitement known only to book lovers in the advanced stage of addiction.
Tomorrow he would be laughing at himself. Hopefully not from heaven.
Surrounded by glistening pine trees, enveloped by rain and fog, for the first time it occurred to Elliot that his extended period of solitude just might be turning into loneliness.