“I don’t know. Just pick one.” “Well, there’s a lot of choice. I mean, you got your flavored, your ridged, your pre-lubed, your thin, your super-ultra-thin, your super-ultra-thin-pre-lubed, your…Huh.” “Huh what?” “Would you look at this?” he asked, examining a small box. “It says it glows in the dark.”

“Huh.”“Huh what?”“Would you look at this?” he asked, examining a small box. “It says it glows in the dark.”“So?”“So, what use is that to anybody? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Write her name inthe air with it?”

“When you live alone, your furnishings, your possessions, are always confronting you with the thinness of your existence.”

“Ty burst out laughing when he saw it. “Is that a travel pack of lube? I didn’t even know they made those.”Zane grinned. “Where the hell have you been buying your lube?”

“Your thin white face, chérie; he said, as if he saw it for the first time. Your thin white face, with its promise of debauchery only a connoisseur could detect.”

“I don’t like your hair black. (Artemis)And I don’t like your head attached to your shoulders. Guess we can’t all have what we want, huh? (Acheron)”