"Miss Rona says nothing is gross," Brandy says. "Miss Rona says the only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open."

"The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we
can tell them about our own weekend."
// my own note - Marcus is higher than that. He will tell you about his weekend even without asking first about how was your weekend :)

Brandy says, "I have no sensation in my nipples."
// For all those who are about to perform a suicide - Don't do it, idiots. You can experience a lot more. Positive. Just trust me.

    Ellis is laid out on the drawing room carpet.
    Mr. Parker is sitting on Ellis's chest with a size seventeen wingtip
planted on each side of Ellis's head.
    Ellis's hands slap Parker's big ass, claw at the back of the
double-breasted jacket. The single vent in Mr. Parker's jacket is
torn open along the seam up the middle of his back to his collar.
    Mr. Parker's hands, the heel of one hand crams a soggy, gnawed
eel-skin wallet between Ellis's capped teeth.
    Ellis's face is dark red and shining the way you'd look if you got
the cherry pie in the pie eating contest. A runny finger painting
mess of nosebleed and tears, snot and drool.
    Mr. Parker, his hair is fallen over his eyes. His other hand is a fist
around five inches of Ellis's pulled out-tongue.
    Ellis's slapping and gagging between Mr. Parker's thick legs.
    Broken Ming vases and other collectibles are all around them on
the floor.
    Mr. Parker says, "That's right. Just do that. That's nice. Just
relax."
    Brandy and me, watching.
    Me wanting Ellis destroyed, this is all just too perfect to spoil.
    I tug on Brandy. Brandy, honey. We better walk you back
upstairs. Rest you some more. Give you a nice fresh handful of
Benzedrine spansules.

"What I need to do is fuck up so bad I can't save myself."

"I'd hate for guys to think I'm just a big dumb cow is all," Manus would say.
Did he look, you know, too gay? Gay guys only wanted guys who acted straight.