Quotes from Lisa Renee Jones

Other People's Perfection is a facade we create when we are second guessing ourselves.....Sara to Amanda

You do know Chris is thoroughly fucked-up, don't you?" My reply is instant, defensive. Protective. "Aren't we all?" "Not like Chris." I don't ask how he knows. It could be the club. Maybe a friendship that once was and is now lost. It doesn't matter. "It's his imperfections that make him perfect," I reply, and there is conviction in my voice.

She's right, and yet my blood pumps faster, just thinking about having her naked and willingly at my mercy. I can't help but think she's exactly what I need: a challenge. And how sweet her submission would be, because I'd really earned it.

My boss is dictating my preventive hangover care, and I just used the word swords in reference to his obvious cockfight with the man I just made out with in a public hallway. I am truly in an alternate universe.

But then two lost souls searching for an escape should connect, I reason.

All I know is he's letting me see it, and him, and he is exactly what he preaches. Raw and honest, and intense and I believe in this moment that we are a rainbow of the same colors, none of them bright or beautiful. We are the many shades of gray and black, hoping to find a glimmer of light in each other, not more darkness.

I've been called worse," he assures me, "and perhaps I am guilty as charged. I guess it depends on who is defining what constitutes a lady's man." The statement strikes me as true beyond its intention. How many of us allow others to define us and thus we become what they want us to be, not what we should be or could be?

I'm letting this Rebecca mystery make my mind run wild. Actually, my whole life feels like it's running wild whereas only weeks before it was calm and uneventful. I'm standing on a high-rise ledge and walking the edge, and while there is fear and apprehension, there is also a high I can only call an adrenaline rush that I crave more and more each day.

I try to fight what I am feeling but his words play in my head. Anytime soon. Eventually he will leave. We need each other right now, I tell myself, two broken people who have connected in the depths of all our fucked-upness. I wonder why it feels that it isn't enough when only days ago it was exactly what I wanted.

You do more than help. You're the reason I take my next breath.

Paranoid is better than careless.

Too much caffeine. Not enough you.

Just remember that people make their own choices, and then they live with them. We can try to change them, but we can't make their choices for them. If you do everything you can to help, you have to accept the outcome they bring on themselves.

while being alone sucks, losing someone you care about is far worse. 

I approve, as I'm sire the rest of the female population does.

Focus on what you can control... Kow what you can bend to your will, and don't waste energy on what you can't.

The rush of fear is far better than the defeat of boredom. The high of not knowing what comes next, so much better than always knowing one day will be like the last.

I wiggle an eyebrow. "I get to see you in a tuxedo?" "Better. You can help me take it off.

Possession. Demand. Control. He wants it all.

But just know that I have every intention of making you forget everything but what it feels like to have my tongue and my cock buried inside you." 

I'm insane for you, Amy. 'Like' lasted all of ten minutes.

Hope is my enemy. It's worse than lies. It promises and it takes back. It teases and it rips my heart out.

Shit happens, but it only stinks as long as you keep it around.

Once the game is over,' " he says, " 'the king and the pawn go back in the same box.' " "In life and death we are equal.