Quotes from Erin McCarthy

I wanted to be a good person, compassionate, regardless of what was said or done to me. That was the standard I held for myself, the way I'd managed to survive all those years. I wouldn't give in to hatred. "I

most of the time, but I didn't want anything

There are some things you just can't cover up.

Because you make me. Because I didn't exist, not in any way that matters, until I met you.

because I figured out who I was- the man who had been born to love you.

It will always be the ultimate, because you're my ultimate.

Because if you're drunk on sex and love, then I'm fucking wasted.

I didn't understand what he was doing, what he wanted from me. Because in my experience, people wanted something from each other. To use them, to gain friendship, for a romantic relationship. I didn't think he had any of those three as his motivation, and it was like a Rubik's Cube that I kept turning around and around with no solution

I'd pull your pants down and let you ride me right here.

bisexual. I don't need Ethan to pull a Byron," I said, amused, adjusting my shoes. "I kind of like him faithful and into girls, specifically me." Aubrey and I had been friends first, paired together in a bio lab as freshmen, and through her, I had met Ethan. It had started out between us as a quiet friendship but had grown into something more as I realized that he was solid. Loyal. Hashtag No Drama. Unlike some people who had

You have eyes that hold me so tightly I could fight for the rest of my life and I'll never escape.

I do remember everything. I do love you. I do want the chance to be a better husband.

Who do you become when you've lost sight of who you are, but the false you isn't one you can pretend to be anymore?

Okay, so maybe she had entertained the idea once--or nine hundred times--of cupping his backside and giving a nice, hard little squeeze, but she would never act on it. Probably. She was pretty sure. But definitely, if she did, she would know it. Savor it. Make it count.

Now you bitches can stand here quaking in your boots about what your women might do to you. I'm going to get my woman.

How does he get that caveman shit to work for him? I would get my balls ripped off and stuffed in my mouth if I pulled what he does.

I feel like you hate your life more than you could ever love me. And I was stupid to think otherwise. I guess it's true what they say—love makes you stupid. Even a girl like me.

he was at only twenty-eight, witnessing their most uptight female friend asking to see their junk at four in the afternoon. She rolled her eyes at

I was thinking how bizarre it is that a parasite is growing in you and will eventually explode from your body through an extremely narrow opening, and yet you will both survive.

To be honest, I was more interested in sexually objectifying you than talking about your salary." Olek eyed me. "Damn." The corner of his mouth turned up. "Again, we're back to the future 'how I met your mother' story. She wasn't a gold digger, son, she just wanted my dick.

Life is like waiting in line at the grocery store. You wait, you slowly move forward, you pay the price, then you exit unsatisfied and broke.

I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain.

Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, caution.

Did I ever tell you the difference between a Northern fairy tale and a Southern one?" she asked him, indulging herself and letting her head rest on his shoulder. God, he felt good. Her man. Where her head was meant to lie, right there, on him. "What's the difference?" "A Northern one starts 'once upon a time,' while a Southern one starts 'y'all ain't going to believe this shit.