Get past the hard-on, and you could feel him. I mean really feel him.

Leaning his forehead against Michael's, Dominic admitted, "I didn't dance then. I think I was waiting for you.

... Hoping like hell she was wrong about Dominic, and he was just a secretive man with a strange skin disorder.

So, basically, I have the impossible task of finding a non-smelly, drug-free virgin?

This is just a phase, right? This whole bloodlust thing?

We are also creatures of romance. Books love to portray us as the mysterious visitor in the night that you invite into your bedroom and then your bed.

What exactly is it you want?

We are all monsters.

I am a little suspicious of industry paradigms. I feel like so many movies and TV shows feel so familiar because of over-reliance on these paradigms.

Stereotypes abound when there is distance. They are an invention, a pretense that one knows when the steps that would make real knowing possible cannot be taken or are not allowed.

The Bronx are great. I have a lot of respect for those guys, they know more about music and how that world works than most of the players out there.

There is no such thing as bragging. You're either lying or telling the truth.

The common people, on the whole, are still living in the world of absolute good and evil from which the intellectuals have long since escaped.

Ambition is the subtlest beast of the intellectual and moral field. It is wonderfully adroit in concealing itself from its owner.

The fact that there is no such thing as a perfect anti-sepsis does not mean that one might as well do brain surgery in a sewer.

People who harbor strong convictions without evidence belong at the margins of our societies, not in our halls of power.

When something goes into the world, you immediately begin to develop another perspective on yourself, another identity.

I find that I have no problem getting a table at a restaurant when I walk in.