Mr.

“He kissed me a second time, his mouth was dry, he drenched me with saliva, his precious commodity, what he spits on the street.”
― Hervé Guibert, Crazy for Vincent

“I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.”
― China Mieville, Perdido Street Station

“Love is a barbed hook and family the line to which it is tied. It digs deep and sometimes trying to remove it entirely does more damage than simply leaving the obstruction beneath the skin for a scar to grow over.”
― A.G. Slatter, All the Murmuring Bones

“I know that to say 'we'll see each other tonight,' up front, and with an exclamation point rather than a question mark, gives me more of a chance than 'are you free tonight?' In surprise, there's always a moment of hesitation; he knows that I know that it contains the possibility of his resorting to a lie, and that if he says no to me it isn't necessarily that he isn't free, but that he has decided as much, that he detected a hint of pathos in my voice, and doesn't want to come to its rescue; he only says yes when we share a common prescription; he is always the diagnostician of our relationship.”
― Hervé Guibert, Crazy for Vincent