“ She was beautiful, but her youth, the very awkwardness of her age, prevented her from flaunting it. Richard J. O'Brien
“ Anyway, it was Oscar who called me to remind me that our nephew, Lydia's son Garnett, was turning eleven years old. Fuck my life. I hated that kid. He smelled like asparagus, and he sweated way too mu… Richard J. O'Brien
“ My brother trolled recovery and support groups, searching for women with dependency issues, the way I frequented bookstores with the hope of finding a well-adjusted, intelligent woman. Between us, his… Richard J. O'Brien
