John Inman Quotes

We are what we are. If you are different, it's because you are special. Don't let anyone tell you differently.

he pretty much slipped his ass over my face like a Halloween mask. I had never been so happy in my life.

Inman,John. Ben and Shiloh (The Belladonna Arms Book 4) (Kindle Location 1941). Dreamspinner Press. Kindle Edition.

Married?" I asked, being ineptly sneaky.
"Nope. Gay," Sam flatly stated, being honest and not sneaky at all. How can you not like a man like that?
I almost choked on a green bean. Before I could stop myself, the words were out of my mouth. "And I'm sure the gay world is happy as hell about it."
Jason & Sam

One lone butterfly flapped his wings somewhere in the vicinity of my spleen. He was probably a scout. No doubt six million other butterflies were hot on his heels, if butterflies even have heels.

Danny squinted up at the sky and saw--nothing. No moon. No stars. Nothing. The heavens were buried in clouds. Big fat black ones. No wonder it felt like rain. One never really expects that in San Diego.

Of course, one never really expects to find a serial killer chopping people up on the other side of their back fence either. The world was packed full of surprises. Sort of like a piñata.

He lifted my foot and placed a kiss on the tip of my big toe. That toe had never been kissed in its life. I wondered if it was smart enough to know what had just happened. Would it lord it over the other toes now that it had been singled out and kissed by Frank Wells, or was it just a fucking toe and didn't know what the hell was going on? Like me.

Or maybe he was just looking for a purpose to it all. Or something to explain how anyone could spend thirty years on this planet and never once have stumbled into love. Or been the recipient of love, either. Not that he knew of, anyway. He had lusted after countless individuals, of course, and he might even have been lusted after himself a few times, but it wasn't the same as love, was it? Lusting was just hormones. Lusting was just a normal bodily function. Like taking a dump. But loving. Loving was, well, loving. Giving, taking, sharing, caring. It was celestial, eternal, cosmic. Nothing celestial or eternal or cosmic about taking a dump. Unless it was a really good one.

In the cool of evening, in the silent shadowy barn, as we lay watching the sun ducking behind the treetops in the distance, I could hear my heart beating out the rhythm of my love for Frank. And when I rested my head against Frank's warm chest, I could hear his heart beating out the same sweet song for me.

Does your mother make you wear a straightjacket at home?"
"Only when we've got company."
Jason questioning Timmy