Quotes from Amy Lane

What I'm saying," Nate tried once more, "is that there should always be a world in which you and I meet." Walter's shrug would have done an old uncle at temple proud. "We meet, we don't meet—if we don't know each other, it doesn't make a difference." But it does. I was missing you before you were born.

Craw didn't just grunt - he made sounds like barnyard animals going to bed at night. The more frustrated and/or inarticulate he felt, the bigger the animal. This particular grunt sounded like a constipated cow.

Constance threw the rock out into the desert, where it probably continued in a short, shallow orbit around the earth until it reached Canada. Oregon at the very least.

How fucking hard is it to find one lousy teenager? Seriously? This town is the size of a condom machine—

Yeah, you gotta stomp down on your emotions until they rise up, grab you by the throat, shake you around a little, and then grind you into the pavement. I've done that.

Oh, that was wonderful. That was the reason the gods let old men live, Cal. So we can watch young men fall in love.

Ace really only had one goal in life, and it was to keep his skinny blond dirty bomb of a boyfriend from detonating and killing them all.

Dammit, he wasn't a kid to go shooting off with just a touch, and Crick stroked his hair until he knew he wasn't going to lose it before he was buried inside the love of his goddamned life.

man, two quarters, a twist of a knob, that kid should have fallen into our laps by now!

There's Tom, Dick, That Guy Over There, and Some Other Asshole—that's not the point.

You're a hero for walking away," Jackson said soberly. "You're a hero for pressing charges. You're a hero for dealing with that for eleven years and still believing in the good in people. You'll never fool me again, asshole. I know who I'm dealing with now." Henry's eyes burned.

You are being such a dick as to make a real dick look like a labia minora

It's not privilege when it makes you feel awful, when it cripples your ability to do good things in the world.

Henry Worrall, at your service," he said, embarrassed. "Not much to look at here, sir." "Just a hero," Jackson said softly, and this time Henry couldn't argue.

he and Noah competing for space like electrons in an unstable gas.

He was a sin-eater, someone who cleaned up the sins of others, allowed the government to function without the onus of facing what they'd done.

Apparently just thinking about Grant Adams and his brothers was enough to conjure a miracle. Of all things, Grant was dying of cancer, and Cheever had a brain cell to think that Grant was the luckiest sonuvabitch Tyson had ever seen.

I'm stupid. I mean, God. My first relationship was a clusterfuck of entrapment—you know that.

God, Con. The way he talked about you—I'm surprised you didn't go stark-raving bonkers in public sooner. But then I guess we both know which one of you was stronger.

It's naked high school with no girls to keep it sane. I break up a cat fight at least once a week. If I could afford to hire a gaybie-sitter, I totally would.

Seth. So brave. Who would have guessed he only came to Earth to be a superhero? "He is a good boy," Officer Rivers agreed.

Without the weight of the world on his shoulders, Cal made love like the Native American god of sex, whomever that may be.

Walter, when the fucking trousers are dry, if you give me a fucking needle and thread, I will fucking sew the hell out of them.

Please, don't—