The problem with a life spent reading is you know too much. by Josh Lanyon

The problem with a life spent reading is you know too much.

Josh Lanyon

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Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merrim... by Josh Lanyon

Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

merriment stuff quiet

He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked...fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus.

fine okay honest

Sable hair bisected his pecs and arrowed down to the straight and unequivocal statement of his returned interest. Forcing my gaze to his face, I said, "I really don't think we have time for that." "You know that, and I know that, but HE doesn't believe it." "Believe it," I told HIM. J.X.'s mouth tugged into one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Maybe you should whisper in his ear.

heart believe thinking

You know that thing about Death Be Not Proud? Well, Fear Be Not Proud either. And Fear Be Not Elegant. What Fear be is stumbling, bumbling flight, crashing through brush, slip-sliding on pine needles, sloshing through puddles that are always deeper than you expect.

puddles proud fear

Drink your coffee -- people in Africa are sleeping. by Josh Lanyon

Drink your coffee -- people in Africa are sleeping.

coffee sleep people

He went through the cupboards, found the olive oil, and started upstairs again. He glanced down at the green and gold label and had to bite back a laugh at the words Extra Virgin. That about summed it up.

oil gold laughing

I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking lik... by Josh Lanyon

I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.

swamps flattering remembered

One thing I’ve noticed about getting older, it takes twice as much work to get half the results one formerly achieved by falling out of bed.

getting-older bed fall

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with op... by Josh Lanyon

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

opera

What I like about cooking is that, so long as you follow the recipe exactly, everything always turns out perfect. It’s too bad there’s no recipe for happiness. Happiness is more like pastry—which is to say that you can take pains to keep cool and not overwork the dough, but if you don’t have that certain light touch, your best efforts still fall flat. The work-around is to buy what you need. I’m talking about pastry, not happiness, although money does make things easier all around.

pain light fall

I didn't approve of murder on general principles. Not even of people who seemed to go around begging for it.

murder principles people

You couldn't hurt a fly." Actually I was pretty good at pinging flies right out of the air, but I tried to look appropriately harmless.

hurt air looks

Love... doesn't happen every day. It doesn't happen at all for so... by Josh Lanyon

Love... doesn't happen every day. It doesn't happen at all for some people

happens people

And why is it the best looking ones are always straight? by Josh Lanyon

And why is it the best looking ones are always straight?

Have I ever told you, you look like Monty Clift? he inquired in a deep, seductive voice. Before or after the accident?

seductive voice looks

Focus on someone else’s problems for a change, I instructed myself. You need the practice. From now on you’ll have to live in a world you didn’t make up. Horrible thought.

focus practice needs

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

old-things vintage book

I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simpl... by Josh Lanyon

I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simply not denying the truth.

barricades real lying

I’m never wrong? Who besides Republican presidents and evil masterminds can say that with a straight face?

president evil faces

When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness.

dying-slowly fear loss