“Danny squinted up at the sky and saw--nothing. No moon. No stars. Nothing. The heavens were buried in clouds. Big fat black ones. No wonder it felt like rain. One never really expects that in San Diego. Of course, one… — John Inman Copy Share Image
“We are what we are. If you are different, it's because you are special. Don't let anyone tell you differently.” — John Inman Copy Share Image
“In the cool of evening, in the silent shadowy barn, as we lay watching the sun ducking behind the treetops in the distance, I… — John Inman Copy Share Image
“I love to read, but I'm not a reviewer. I'll leave the reviewing to someone else. Suffice it to say, if I'm reading your… — John Inman Copy Share Image
“He lifted my foot and placed a kiss on the tip of my big toe. That toe had never been kissed in its life.… — John Inman Copy Share Image
“One lone butterfly flapped his wings somewhere in the vicinity of my spleen. He was probably a scout. No doubt six million other butterflies… — John Inman Copy Share Image
“Danny squinted up at the sky and saw--nothing. No moon. No stars. Nothing. The heavens were buried in clouds. Big fat black ones. No… — John Inman Copy Share Image
