We’re sharing a bed, Vince. I’d say we’re a skooch past uncomfortable already, knowi’msayin?” “...

Maybe I’ll take you to a lighthouse and kiss you like in that book about the cranberries everyone has to read in high school.

Life’s not a porno.

The fishes wake up early.

I knew from the first moment I saw him that I’d never turn down anything this guy asked of me.

I’ve always loved this, what silly people disregard as humping but what aficionados call frottage – this feeling a guy over every inch of me, forehead to toes.

One perk of living alone is there’s no one to judge me.

You know you’re in a tough place in your life when you decide now’s a good time to start Moby Dick.

I bet you know someone who could use a few naked jocks in their life.

It's not about who you sleep with, or whether you know about sports or tools or have a pearl-wearing wife or whether commercials make you cry. [...] it's about whether you step up. When something hard comes along. A man steps up. He doesn't dodge it or run away from it or try to push it onto someone else. He steps up. Even if it isn't his responsibility. And that's why there are so many guys and so few men. Because stepping up is hard.