Quick question. Does this magical skill with gray matter come with a total lack of compunction for your kind, or is it just you who were born without a conscience?V: I beg your pardon?
Carving?Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait. Jane whistled under her breath. Do I get to do it? He barked a laugh. No! Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.
Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question thoughVishous: -WhatButch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait... they tickle yo...
You will not live through this if she does not
He screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best...
You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.
V rolled the Aquafina bottle between his palms. How long have you wanted to ask me the question? About the gay thing.For a while.Afraid of what I'd say?Nope, because it doesn't matter to me one way or...
Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan.Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company.
Thanks for putting me up for it ... . As V's eyes flared, Butch said, Yeah, I looked up what the word meant. 'Beloved Friend' fits you perfect as far as I'm concerned.V Flushed. Cleared his throat. Go...
Listen to me. You have the fashion sense of a park bench and the interpersonal skills of a meat cleaver--Is this supposed to be helping?Let me finish--What's next? The size of my cock?Hey, even pencil...
It's all right Vishous she said It's going to be all right.I do not crave this. But he needed it before he became a danger to himself and others.I know. And I love you, too. He pronounced in the Old L...
I don’t think my sister is old enough to have sex.V, she’s the same age you are.He frowned for a moment. Was she? Or had he been born first?
As he vomited, he felt, though did not see, V come over. Forcing his head up, Butch groaned, Help me...I'm going to, Give me your hand. As Butch held his palm up in despair, Vishous whipped off his g...
I have no words. Sixteen languages, but no words.-Vishous
One thing you could say about Butch was that his wardrobe was full of options. Never thought I'd be glad that you're a clothes whore.I believe the term is sharp dresser.