In all her twisted perfection she had made me fall helplessly in love with her. A life without her in it seemed pointless.

Surely the vogue of those twisted and contorted human figures must be as short as it is artificial.

I had started to wonder if maybe my life wouldn't always hold so much pain if I could just find the courage to let it go.

We're in bed. I'm on my back. And Drew is between my legs. Well - his face is, anyway. "I love your pussy." I moan, and he reinforces his words with actions. He's big on actions. Wet, worshipful actions. "I could fucking live down here.

You, sir, are as twisted as a twelve-string banjo. —Willie Nelson to Sheriff Preston Bank

When he smoked marijuana he tended to masterbate a great deal.

Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

Repeat after me: “I am a goddess. I am a goddess. I am a goddess.” Make this your mantra. From constant repetition you will start believing it, and if you yourself are convinced of your goddesshood, other people will be convinced.

He yells, "I want any part of you that you’re willing to give me!"We both fall quiet. Breathing hard. Staring each other down.And his voice drops low. Defeated. "I’ll take anything, Kate.Just . . . don’t tell me it’s over. I won’t accept that.

Uncle Drew?""Yes, sweetheart?""Where do babies come from?