Quotes from Amy Lane

Vinnie used to say that I had social problems that teleported in like a cow into a nail salon. You'll be sailing along, tap dancing the small-talk boogie, and BOOM, that cow will show up, thrash around, and destroy everything in its path, and then leave the charming Connor to clean up the mess. Jillian

The first was that Aiden bought himself a pair of earplugs.

all Crick knew was that when he got to the ground, the whole fucking world seemed to be eighteen-year-olds calling him Second-goddamned-Lieutenant.

small talk about how hot all the Marvel stars were and how he might even do the raccoon if he got desperate enough, and somehow, they managed to make it home.

BY THE time Stirling and the lead guard had rounded the final bend from the jungle to the plantation house clearing, two other guards had simply dropped where they stood, shit themselves, and rocked back and forth, whimpering in pain.

Peter hit him, and that's how he quit his job.

swear to God, Adam, every time I think this is hopeless and I was deluded to even try to get close to you, you say or do something that is so fucking beautiful it's like I've got no choice.

many of the "bad guys" were simply lost, addicted, and hungry. He had learned that many of the "good guys" were bullies, excited about using their power simply because they could.

After all, Collin had been voted among his friends as most likely to sneak out of his mother's house, steal a car, get laid, and get back home before the car was reported missing, the come was dry, and breakfast was served.

Yeah," Joey muttered. "For one thing, she voted Republican. I can't stand that shit.

This was why men fell asleep when they came. They wanted to remember life this way.

All I'm saying is kids want a family. I'm saying a good family needs to understand that kids are going to be themselves. None of that changes when you grow up. You are not going to stop wanting the family you grew up with—that was safe for you. And they are going to need to accept you as you are, good and bad, gay or straight, if they're going to claim they've done their jobs.

could show you such faith," he said, almost transported by the thought. "I could believe in you until all your pain faded to memories. I could believe in you as we lived side by side. I could be your lawyer and defend your right to make beautiful porn until we're too old to get it up. My faith could be absolutely boundless, if only….

You, uhm… I mean, I'm not going to step on the gas and find myself in the next county with a horse plastered on the grill, am I?

then let him go, losing himself in the Zen of pain control once more.

I'm sorry your friend died back when you were a lost child, mal'chik, but I am not sorry it was not you. Of all the fucking awful things I did as a mother, seeing you grown is the one I will not regret.

How you could think Lucas would blame you for the blind malice of a brainless virus, I will never know, but you must stop it this instant, do you hear me?" Kimmy was crying again, but it was a different brand of tears.

Do you know what I'd do with that kind of faith?" John asked, knowing he couldn't answer. "I'd hold it so tight inside, it'd never have a chance to disappear. Nobody has ever believed in me like that. If you believed in me like that, you'd better believe I'd never let you go." "Deal," Galen breathed, and although John startled and thought seriously about cursing at him, he didn't.

Holy God, man, give us a break! You can't fuck all weekend! Wanna make a bet?

The fist of God grabbed their helicopter, crumpled it into tinfoil, and threw it over his shoulder.

It was flesh inside your flesh, it was giving somebody a pass to your body and hoping they respected you enough to not hurt you.

Dane lowered his ear to make out what Clay was saying. It sounded like "Please get better, please get better, please get better…." And Dane closed his eyes and steeled his cynical heart and prayed.

The other man leaned back his head and breathed carefully for a few minutes. John waited in respect. You had to respect pain, because pain didn't respect shit.

they're all shitting themselves and dying on the path to the dock." A moan issued from the back of the house, followed by gastric sounds that almost shook the floorboards.