Once, I loved another man. He betrayed me with a word and a kiss.

The time between marriage and hatred is known as institutional lag. We have it.

My boyfriend ate bad shellfish. I wept and fucked someone else, desperate for life.

"Hutch," he said, "I can't hold on." I held his hand as he died.

The trouble with Blair, Jim decided, was that he *knew* his ass was cute.

For thirty pieces of silver, I revenged myself upon the object of my passion.

I tore out my eyes; I couldn't stop seeing the faces of my dead.

Nothing hurts more than having a friend serve you his heart on a platter.

Methos let a child take him, then smiled at me with a new mouth.

Spock, mute, twisted his body. The floor was slick with blood. He shamed me.

Time is a ruthless son of a bitch, spending his seed on my body.

There is nothing more you can tell me. I already know about hate and redemption.

He turned left in front of the bus. He didn't want to die alone.

The twists of Sandburg's mind are unknowable by mortal man. I'll just live forever.

Methos was known as Lazarus once; he and Jesus were fond of practical jokes.

Vulcans and cats are the two most inscrutable species in the galaxy; beautiful, selfish.

Jim reads Kerouac to annoy Blair and L. Ron Hubbard to annoy his father.

Blair likes to "accidentally" use the scented candles, the ones that make Jim sneeze.