Trevor cupped his hands around it, felt Zach’s heartbeat throbbing between his palms. The skin of the shaft was textured, slightly rippled beneath the surface. The head was as smooth as satin, as rose petals....

The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.

I believe in whatever gets you throught the night. […] Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four A.M.knows all my secrets.

If you want something, you don’t wait for the world to deal it out for you. You take it.

There were books about how to be gay; he’d seen them in stores and libraries. Some of them even had diagrams. But there weren’t any diagrams about how to fall in love with your best...

Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them.

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

He has ‘le coeur comme un artichaud’. Eddy fumbled for her high school French. ‘A heart like an artichoke?’ ‘Oui. He has a leaf for everyone, but makes a meal for no one.

When you have too much faith in something, it’s bound to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire.

Stare at him,” said Ghost. “They won’t bite you if you keep staring at them.”Steve backed away. “They bite?”Not really. They hiss at you, mostly. The only time geese are ever dangerous is when you...

They were kissing again, carefully at first, learning the shape and texture of each other’s lips, testing the sharpness of the teeth behind them.It’s too fast, said a panicky voice in his mind. And too...