Quotes from Amy Lane

Now you learn some fucking discretion? Fine. Pay me a dollar." John had seen this movie too. He fished out a dollar and handed it over, and Galen crumpled it and threw it at him. It bounced off John's forehead. Galen retrieved it and did it again.

Mark shrugged. "You know we're going to eat half of them anyway." He gave a wicked grin and invited Cassidy into this fantasy world, where good boys really did get cookies and people sang Christmas carols while stringing tinsel.

Ellery kept his eyes closed, safe in Jackson's arms, knowing that if Jackson had any say about it, their bodies would be safe and alive for as long as possible. Their hearts would be safe and bound forever.

Le labbra di Walter erano dolci, ma il bacio troppo breve. Non si poteva far stare una vita intera in un singolo incontro di labbra, anche volendo.

Dad was close to the kid, and he was devastated. He came home and yelled at the kitchen table for having dings in it, and at the counters for being old, and then he sat on the kitchen floor and cried. Mom came out of her room and sat down next to him, and they cried together,

Maybe love was love when your best friend changed everything that was wrong in his life so he could be the person you needed most.

Witnesses like me are invisible to police anyway. Just another fat brown woman with too many dogs. They didn't want my opinion.

Smart, tough, fearless—tears were a sign of nothing but an emotional trigger system that didn't mesh well with mascara

And then Spencer did a surprising thing. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, like someone starving for it, someone who'd needed tenderness all his

This time it was longer, more drawn out, pleasure being dragged down a gravel road.

Don't save it for later. Wear the scarf now. Craw'll knit for you. He'll knit until his fingers shrivel, and when he can't knit, I'll knit, and Ariadne's baby'll knit. But don't save love because it's 'too special' to wear. You wear love every day, and it'll never wear out." Oh, he believed that. With every touch of his father's hand to his mother's face, he believed that about love.

The judge—the same one who had seen to Deacon's trial—raised his grizzled gray eyebrows and looked drolly at Jon. Jon smiled back with enough innocence to rehymenate an entire brothel.

I rolled my ankle and alienated your youngest sister," Deacon snapped, out of patience with his day. "Put me on the back of a horse and let's see if I can raze the town!

I dreamed of holding Noah's hand and walking through bright sunshine, waving across the sound to the deserted island. For some reason I thought Vinnie was there.

On the other hand, touching Seth's body was like the holiest part of church that no priest ever talked about. Making him shiver and make his noises and gasp and moan and come?

When I sleep with someone, I need it to mean something. I need to know someone would look me in the eye and be there the next day, and the next week, and the next month. I'm not stupid—I know it doesn't always mean forever, but you have to at least think it could be forever. There's a possibility of forever before you even touch, or you're just touching to hurt yourself.

And I realized that it's not whether you beat God—it's what you have when the fight's over.

Five guys?" Medina asked, horrified. "Where'd they all fit?" Cotton shrugged. "Well, we all worked in porn, so sometimes up each other's asses. But once you quit the business, you pay extra rent for that single bed, you know?

The little girl in her lap took a drink of mom's soda and pushed a mop of the brightest red hair out of her face. "I don't wanna be a knight. I wanna be a princess!

My attackers were too brutish or too unimaginative to reason that the true violation of my spirit would not be through my arse but through my craft, and so my fingers were left unbroken, and my skill remained mine. But

She sighed. "Okay. But unless something else good comes along, I'm stopping at eight!

Crick found he had to love Jon and Amy because they loved Deacon, and how could you not love someone so goddamned beautiful that he stopped time itself?

Jeff's eyes opened then, and he was still desperate and still hot but suddenly very, very serious. "Live," he said. "Breathe. Be warm. Want me.

He could play for a million people who would all walk away thinking, 'That's the sound of God crying,' and it would make their hearts better." He didn't realize he was so close to crying until his voice cracked.