Quotes from Amy Lane

How'd he taste?" Like a five second rule Oreo..." he said thoughtfully A five second rule Oreo?" A little dirty, but still sweet...

I love you. I want to shout it sometimes. I know you worry about our letters and texts getting read--shades of WWII, haunting us still, I guess, and I'm well aware that nothing's safe on the internet. I worry too. You need to know that when I say it, when I ask you to say it, it's because my lungs feel full of dark water, and seeing it or writing it lets me breathe.

People hurt each other all the time just by being. What matters is that when you hurt someone, you do what you can to make it right.

You cannot take a person's humanity and then retain your own

Okay," Crick said, rolling his eyes. "I give. Which part of my body is more interesting than my ass?" Deacon rewarded his obtuseness with a smack to the head. "Your heart, you fuckin' moron...

I'm still not a god," he said apologetically. Crick stood behind him and pulled his shoulders back against that wide, strong chest. "Better than a god," Crick murmured. "You're the reason to have faith.

and his head and shoulders were on the bed next to the boy who had captured his heart like cupped hands would capture a butterfly, and had never, ever clutched him too tight and never let him go.

I will love you forever," I murmured, and he stroked the hair off of my forehead. I will hold you to that." His face was grim and his voice was sober—he touched my handprint of chaos as he said it, and I knew in my bones that it was a solemn vow, and not a sweet or a kind offering of love at all. Green would make me live if he had to crack the foundations of the world.

Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect in each other's arms.

she often had a temper that made a PMS-ing harpy going into nicotine withdrawal look like a chubby fuzzy bunny that burped daisies and shot rainbows out its ass.

God. No wonder it was so easy. He's been bleeding since he was a baby. He just never told anyone. How do you even know it hurts after all that time?" Because you loved me, and I knew what it meant to feel.

every vertebrae on his back was a prayer bead under my hands.

if I was going to play this game and love it, it had to love me back.

You're my friend," Chris whispered back, and his other hand came up so he could rub Xander's lower lip with his thumb. "That makes you beautiful.

Sometimes the small dreams were all a person needed to live.

Jeff Beachum, Sergeant of Snark, Wielder of Witticism, Dominator of the Double Entendre, completely ran out of things to say.

Because it's you and basketball, Christian. Only one of you can break my heart.

Simple is good," he said. "I've lived through complicated. Complicated hurts. Simple sustains you. Complicated makes you hungry for simple.

Excellent. We keep your furniture. Whose bed?" "Yours." "Why mine?" "It's bigger, for one." "And for another?" "Mine doesn't have the sort of headboard you can tie someone to. I've always sort of wanted to do that." "Bend over. Now. Take off your pants and bend over. I'll be done in five minutes. No one will ever know.

I didn't have time to tell Bracken to care for her. I didn't have time to tell Arturo that I knew why he was hard on me, and it was okay. I didn't have time to tell Green that he was the sun and the moon and the stars. The Goddess gave me just enough time to feel her pain, to let her know I loved her. I had just long enough to say goodbye.

The whole world heard you tell poor Angie Robinson that "Chris Edwards was your heart"—man, it's one of the most fucking romantic things I've ever heard.

I was terrified of my weakness, of my sharp tongue, of my every flaw. I was terrified that this moment, my chance to live in happiness for however short a time we may have had, would be ruined because I was simply not carved out of the same wood as happiness, and that my grain was too twisted to ever take its form.

This time, he fumbled for Collin's hand in the elevator. He still felt like a thief, there was no denying it, but sometimes thieves stole things because they needed them to live.

You didn't know that... that my whole world stopped when I first saw you smile.