I shall call him Tufty.

“Tut!' I said. 'What did you say?' 'I said "Tut!"' 'Say it once again, and I'll biff you where you stand. I've enough to…

— P.G.Wodehouse

“I launch eagerly into this resounding tumult.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Tuxedo Guy looked even better the closer he got to us- tall wide shoulders, smooth skin, those lips.”

— Myra McEntire

“If we’re going to be . . . working together, at least I should know what to call you. Unless you simply prefer answering…

— Jeaniene Frost

“Piece of cunt.”

— Anonymous

“Oh, there are times, Miss Norah, when I talk to myself--which is bad--or yarn to old Turpentine, my snake, just to hear the sound…

— Mary Grant Bruce

“When there's no other name to call, you can call on the Lord. He's the One who is always listening. Even in the darkness.”

— Dorothy Love

“He's such a gargantuan asshole. A giant, stupid orifice. A walking, talking cranny.”

— Laini Taylor

“He's tall with broad shoulders, the kind I'd like to run my hands across and glide down his strong arms. His dark hair is…

— Georgia Cates

“It called to him, a sweet heady beacon of femininity, fertility, and fuckability. His three favorite f-words.”

— Christine Warren

“I’m just staring at him, mouth half-open. As soon as I realize it, I find something to say, anything. “Who the hell are you?”…

— Ann Aguirre

“What gives?” He sits down opposite me and drums his long fingers on the tabletop. “It’s complicated.” “Really?” I raise an eyebrow. “Really.” “Explain.”…

— Lindy Zart

“He sank to his knees. "I don't know how to handle this. I don't know what you want from me. Quoi tu veux," he…

— Sydney Croft

“Holding my face with his hands, fingers buried deep in my hair, he stares down at me in the darkness. “It’s always been you,…

— Samantha Towle

“Have you chosen your new name?” “I have a notion. How about you?” “I’m thinking on it but I haven’t settled. Tell me yours.”…

— Jabari Asim