He looked up at the round, stained-glass window in front of him, a blurred kaleidoscope backlit in the morning sun. It glowed. The color of heaven. Of her hair. He sat back and cracked open the dry, leather cover of a pew Bible, and a mixture of sweat and tears christened its pristine pages.

— Red Tash

He was six years old this time, and ancient.

— Red Tash

I envisioned him tied in a chair, an iron arrow pointed at his brow. Ah, the power of positive thinking.

— Red Tash

If Liana wanted to fight over Harlow, she was going to lose. Not that I liked him that way. That was to say, I wasn't sure how I felt about Harlow, but it damned sure wasn't up to her to tell me.

— Red Tash

Oh, hell. You're a fairy," I said. "Yeah," he said. "You know, they call it 'being gay' nowadays, but sure, whatever.

— Red Tash

Oh, I love you, June, I really do. It's just that you sounded so...catfish just then.

— Red Tash

Only the wicked understanding the ways of the wicked, my dear. ~Madame Zelda to Roller Deb

— Red Tash

She took a deep breath. "Let me begin again." If this girl wanted to play ball in front of her department head, Christine would bring it. She closed her eyes and accessed the most expensive Phil Department vocabulary words she possessed." Well, as human beings, when we immanent the escheator…

— Red Tash

So confusing. It was some kind of magic, I knew that for sure, but I didn't understand the subtleties of it all. You'd have thought all those years of HBO and shit would have prepared me better.

— Red Tash

There was nothing but power, and those who hadn't yet found the tap. (Reaching)

— Red Tash