Christodora Quotes

“CouverPrtyBud: Wassup rican? RicanTopStud57: Wassup? CouverPrtyBud: You go out tonight? RicanTopStud57: Just dinner. In town for work. At the Hyatt. CouverPrtyBud: Nice. Want company? RicanTopStud57: Swap pics?”
― Tim Murphy, Christodora

“Lying in the hotel bed, Hector conceded that, all through ’93, ’94, and ’95, an ever-widening river of good data, mixed with a steady ambient wash of self-importance, had anesthetized his grief. He’d needed that. But now a maw of emptiness and rage was opening beneath him. Idly, he rubbed his bare, trimmed chest beneath the sheets. He’d faithfully hit the gym through these past years of high-level consultancy, grunting out his misery over barbells and machines. His chest was broad and he wished beyond anything that the arm caressing it at this moment was Ricky’s, not his own. But that sunny, silly cutie, like a blond sliver of sunshine on the timeline that Hector envisioned as his life, had missed the drawbridge, along with Issy and Korie and a baleful lot of others. It had all happened in the very, very worst years of sickness and death, Clinton’s first term, overwhelming loss mingled confusingly with tidings of the coming respite.”
― Tim Murphy, Christodora

“She could feel the Melancholy Demon bearing down.”
― Tim Murphy, Christodora