Simply, Gregor.

I don't know, it's probably an insult to compare something this good to something that has come before. But it's the highest compliment I can think to pay to someone who has written things this gorgeous:

"...the moon is nothing more than a Cracker Jack tattoo licked and pressed onto the night sky long ago..."

"She has a dress on that’s set tighter than a mousetrap. Every man and every woman that saw her tonight must be somewhere masturbating to the picture of her they’ve saved in their memories."

"And by the way, what’s wrong with just wanting sex, nakedness and silence? Sometimes that’s all two people have to offer each other that’s worth anything."

"I look up into the sky before I close the door. One of these days I might be old enough and stupid enough to see god up there, and one of these days I’ll believe the lies that women tell me, and I’ll probably be a much happier man if I can manage to do either."

"She’s as fluid and skilled at taking off her clothes as a soldier breaking down his weapon. The only difference is that she’s even more deadly when she’s disassembled."

It's been so long since I read anything that made me slowly nod my head in appreciation like that, muttering, "Hell yeah," to myself while exhaling a puff. I don't even write enough email to be able to include and rotate as many of these gems as I would like to in my signature.