“Don’t be sorry. You could hurt me a thousand different ways and I’d love it every time.”

“I do not blame himfor not knowing the gentleness of my soul.When I only showed him,how violently I loved.”

“Don’t be sorry. You could hurt me a thousand different ways and I’d love it every time.”

“Are you gay, Cherie? Me, No Im not anything I-I mean I prefer not to indulge, I stammered.Really... how do you mean?Well love has been an elusive story, like a fairytale adults tell children but I ...”

“We hit every jazz and blues club on and off Bourbon Street, dancing and drinking until we girls were drunk enough to go with the boys to the strip clubs which outnumbered all other businesses in th...”

“Are you gay, Cherie? Me, No… I’m not anything… I-I mean I prefer not to indulge, I stammered.“Really... how do you mean?”Well love has been an elusive story, like a fairytale adults tell children b...”

“Did you just mentally pistol whip that guy, with his own gun? Nice, Amber. I would have just killed him.”

“Getting up from the bed, Dominick approaches me at a slow predatory pace. Once again, I cannot move my feet.”

“Goddamn it, do it yourself. Youre five hundred years old and you cant use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot?”