“I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.”

“Para saber de amor, para aprenderle,haber estado solo es necesario.Y es necesario en cuatrocientas noches- con cuatrocientos cuerpos diferentes -haber hecho el amor.”

“I’m not even ready to be fairly bruised,” he complained out loud, “I don’t want to be killed dead.”

“What I can't do," Aadon said after a minute, as he traced his fingers down those pale, marked arms, "is ever let you go." He lifted Jesse's chin and looked into his soul-stealing brown eyes. "I am too far into you to ever get out. I'll have to move in with you, because I already need to breathe you like air."Jesse touched just the tips of his fingers to Aadon's cheek, awed by the continued acceptance. "I cannot believe I ever thought you were too tongue-tied to be a lawyer.”

“He wanted more, as did I, but we still had a ways to go. I wasn’t a tease and my demands seemed pretty reasonable: always be honest and try not to eat me. ~ Sam, Living Violet”

“My Japanese isn’t much better today, but at least now I appreciate my duality more than when I was a punk kid.”

“I hate Earl Grey with a passion. It's like drinking stale perfume...”