Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he's giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.

Rubbing absently at my temple, I do declare this woman leaves me flabbergasted and tongue tied.

I loathe being crimped into this deplorable position on the vampyre chessboard.

Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine

she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this feels

You can only push me so far little slakax, and then I will do what has to be done, with or without your permission.

He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his eyes with esoteric light, pulling me into the magnetic undertow.

I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.

Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.

God bless you butterfly, because now I'm claiming you like no mate has ever been claimed in the history of our kind

He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.

For every death is a simplification of existence for the others, removes the necessity to show gratitude, the obligation to pay visits.

Past is always afraid of being forgotten because being forgotten means being never-existed in a way!

Excessive religiosity is killing so many religious people knowingly or unknowingly

I was into comics because these were my real male role models, even though at the time, I didn't know it.

Change - even change meant to improve our lives - creates stress. We can get comfortable with our problems.

Few things are more satisfying than seeing your own children have teenagers of their own.

Let's hit the joke once and move on to the next joke and just keep it where we have as many jokes per square inch as possible.

Our desires, once realized, haunt us again less readily.

Talented people without discipline don't go anywhere.

Who would have thought that grieving an old relationship and enjoying a new one could happen simultaneously, in parallel? Yet another thing you only find out once it's happening to you.