“Holy shit! I think this man has an insatiable oral fixation and I am the grateful recipient!”
“I don't want him to think I'm crazy, because I'm not. Desperate is what I am. Quietly desperate and insatiably curious.”
“I don't believe in ONE holy book. I believe all books are holy. Of course, some books are holy shit.”
“Do I think I'm a holy man? Sometimes.”
“Holy shit," I breathed. "Hellhounds.""Harry," Michael said sternly. "You know I hate it when you swear.""You're right. Sorry. Holy shit," I breathed, "heckhounds.”
“You didn’t look at Xan and think, “Gosh, I want to make love to him” or “Wouldn’t it be nice to have some sex with that guy”. No. You took one look at Xan and you fell to your quivering knees, thinking, “Holy shit, I need that man to fuck me.”