Quotes from Amy Lane

Both of you"—and the incriminating finger made an inclusive little circle—"rest, sleep, confront your demons gently, and fall in love in ways nobody will expect.

I promise," he whispered, as deadly serious as Jeff. "I promise. I'll live. I'll be warm. I'll want just you.

What must it be like to have such faith in the world, in plans, in your own ability to control your fate? It was contagious, that's what it was. I could not help it. I caught his hope like a plague.

Sex is complicated—you taught me that. Love is simple. It's where the two meet that shit becomes a tangled mess.

but really, I just wanted to write shit-go-boom, then-there's-pecs-and-peen! This one's fantasy. Eat popcorn and enjoy.

Uh, yeah. Just two guys and their clubs… uh, swinging their sticks… uh whacking… erm, beating balls around the bush, I mean into the holes, the ones with the sticks in them, I mean…." Meltdown. Complete and total verbal meltdown. Mason closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cool varnished wood of the counter, linking his fingers behind his neck.

Save it!" Jeremy cried, suddenly afraid. "Boy, you don't ever throw away food, don't you know that? You save it for later—you don't never know when you're going to have to go without!

It's when we refuse to change in the face of upheaval that we fail.

Me neither," he whispered. "You take all the lovers you need, but I will never fall in love again.

A happy mother, who had once swung her brown-haired, brown-eyed son in a playful arc while he screamed "Again, again, again!

Cassidy was a beyond private person, and Mark had snuck into his bed on a tourist's pass. If he wanted residential privileges, he was going to have to earn them.

HE LITERALLY had to make every damned out himself.

I was important to you," he said, seeing his angel, seeing his love of the game, and feeling like they had both become bigger than that dark night behind them.

Jackson?" Ellery grabbed his arms and shook him. "Where are you hurt? Where are you bleeding? Why aren't they working on you?

You're still grieving the weight away," she observed, blowing my mind. "Let go of the sadness; maybe you can keep some of the fat.

It was mindless, it was mechanical, it was Emily Dickinson's poetry, where the secrets of the universe were encapsulated in body and motion, sweat and breath, physicality and physics,

Hammer", I finished lamely, as he waited patiently for my thoughts to find their voice, "we have got to find better words for the things we have in our hearts." "Words seem to be weak things," he murmured into my hair, and I could only hope our hearts would prove stronger.

And I'm not going to be my dad's clone. And women don't turn me on. And Oliver is my home." -Rusty (Christmas Kitsch)

The idea that Crick's golden god, who had loved him so simply and so faithfully even as boys and young men, was mortal, that the living cage might someday disintegrate and the soul that Crick was bound to would expand to brighten the larger universe was….

Kill me. Kill me now. "I, uhm, well, I haven't done anything that could get him pregnant?

Because the songs that don't make the listener feel like barbed wire is ripping through their chest make them feel like someone's stitching up the wound with a rusty needle and a bottle of scotch for the pain. It's

A wave of self-consciousness washed over him. Awesome. He'd just given the guy time off to go watch a doctor get his girlfriend pregnant with his boss's baby.

Until this moment he'd never realized that Seth did that because being here on planet Earth hurt. Oh Seth. All those times you were so dreamy—except when you were playing music. Or with me. Did the world hurt so very much?

You should," Jefferson said grandly. "It's always a lot easier if you assume the world is wrong and you're right. If you assume the other way around, we may as well pray for the earth to swallow us up because we're not doing jackshit right!