"Bob," Ray said slowly. He avoided looking at me. "I wish I could help you. But women are a mystery to me too. I don't even pretend to know how they're really thinking or feeling. Melissa would be the first to tell you that.
Dan Trudeau moved uneasily through the early evening crowds wending his way through Jackson Square, stopping momentarily to gaze at the cathedral. For 28 years, he'd lived near it yet now, for the first time, he stopped to look at it in detail.
I crossed over in 1994. Not against my will, mind you. No, none of us ever crossed over against our will. It is something we must want, something we must yearn for, something after which we must lust, eternally, in the darkest depths of our souls.