“Now get some clothes on before the women around here are driven into a frenzy."He gave me a mournful look. "I'm afraid that'll happen with or without clothes, my dear.”
“I don't believe in getting clothes that just look pretty or that'll fall apart—they have to stand up to a lot of abuse.”
“You want to know what I'm wearing?""Not unless you think it'll really get me excited.""I'm afraid clothes have to have women in them for you to get excited.""Maybe you could talk in a high voice.""Cut through the shit, Hap.”
“He looked at my mouth then he looked in my eyes then his arm and hand gave me a squeeze before he stated, “Now, I think she finally fuckin’ gets me.”
“Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.”
“Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's""I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.”