God creates monsters. Women encourage them."
"That sounds like a tract by Nancy O'Brien. Although I agree. Men are pigs."
"Natalie, darling, sometimes so are women.

Women, Elena believed, appealed to men in direct proportion to their vacuousness. The male had an overwhelming compulsion to teach, to mold what he regarded as "the weaker sex.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

Gasping, screaming, rocking sideways and back and forth, she came. She kept his prick inside her until she felt yet another surge of his fuck. She came. He had come three times, she twice. And Marina wanted to come again.

...I got the word. It's get out of town, and it wasn't even from Mel Torme.

"If Natalie were here, she'd say Torme has the best pipes in town," said Elena.

"Anyone else might say that. What Nat would say is he has the biggest pipe in town.

For me, the worst sin is hypocrisy. The sinner is not the assassin. The sinner's the bastard who hires the assassin.