It’s impossible, ” he snapped. “Why?” “Because I’m Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. I can’t be celibate. Everyone knows that.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

A man's vanity is more fragile that you might think. It's easy for us to mistake shyness for coldness, and silence for indifference.

He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.

Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.

Nature had squandered an unreasonable quantity of male beauty on this undeserving creature.

You fault me for having standards?' Sebastian countered icily.'Not at all. I fault you for having two sets of them.'~ Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent & Cam Rohan.

If my wife finds comfort in trite Gispy homilies, I have no objection to your offering them. However, if you ever kiss her again, no matter how platonic the fashion, I'll make a eunuch of you.

All men are equal in God’s presence

We are Muslims. My father would pawn off his Muslim in-laws as Hindus just so that he could get free pancakes.

Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.

Certainly one must try everything, but only to become more certain what God's way is.

If we do our jobs well and throw in a little evangelizing, we can make sound as important a part of filmmaking as it should be.

Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. [The Motto Of The U.S. Postal Service]

Whoever the Lord has adopted ought to prepare themselves for hard, toilsome and unquiet living.

Science is a way to pursue one's sense of inquiry at the expense of the State.

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul.