“The woman's face was like a stone tablet, as if the president of the chess club had wandered over to the Goth corner of the schoolyard and asked to touch a tongue piercing.”

“He cradled her face between his hands, angled his mouth over hers, and welcomed the bliss she offered. Boldly, she gave her tongue the freedom to roam within his mouth. She sighed. He moaned.He thought a man could become spoiled touching a woman. He might never want to touch stone again. Stone wasn't warm. It didn't alter its shape with the gentlest of pressures. Stone didn't breathe so he could feel its moisture on his face. Rocks didn't make soft sounds that he'd carry with him until the day he died.”

“Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savouring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch.”

“He was the captain of the chess club and an A-plus student.” – Nick “Why would anyone think he’s a demon?” – Tate“The world is insane, and you’re asking me for the reasoning of a psycho? I’m not a profiler.” – Acheron”

“Well, I'm the president of the Howdy Doody Circus Club!”

“Diabetes is passed that way -- over and down, like a knight in chess.”