Time didn't pass; it tailgated.

Your diet must be about fifty-fifty, carrots and locoweed," Annie said softly.
He froze.
"I can't figure out what in the name of God's labia majora you think you're doing...but I'm impressed by how well you're doing it in the dark. You must have eyes like a cat.

Erotica is pornography I am willing to publicly admit I like.

Sometimes I think I must have a Guardian Idiot. A little invisible spirit just behind my shoulder, looking out for me...only he's an imbecile.

Never attribute to malice, that which can be reasonably explained by stupidity.

Shared pain is lessened.
Shared joy is increased.
Thus we refute entropy.