Quotes from Amy Lane

All alone in an empty room.

I read The Fountainhead—that philosophy was all about having a giant penis and fucking the world and then saying, 'Hey, look, world, you are forced to bear my brainchild, so boom! Suck it!' I stand by my epithet

And Ariadne was crying. "You get that," she said, her voice thick. "How come you can get that for my baby, but you can't get it for you?

Kimmy was suddenly there, shoulder to shoulder—the irritating heifer was actually taller than he was—and her voice, quiet in his ear, was surprisingly soothing.

he told the president of the company that he damned near—and I quote, 'Squashed a cock,' that morning, and he'd been so happy to see that thing 'popping up and bobbing down the road.

Galen's smile was unexpectedly pretty. "You, sir, are a force to be reckoned with. I'm proud to have helped in your defense." He gave an almost courtly bow then, and Bobby remembered why Galen hadn't been there for the arraignment.

Except here!" Danny laughed. "Oh no, sweetheart. Felix and I are Rock Hudson-grade gay.

Do any wedding rings have happy stories?" Felix asked, sounding exasperated. "Well, yes. But those are the rings that usually end up on the fingers of happy corpses or being willed to happy people who wear them to their own weddings.

That was what you got when you stayed up all night, talking to a teenager about his beloved older brother, who actually had succeeded in killing himself with his own fucking valor. That was what you got when you wandered around in a hospital, chased relentlessly by ghosts who all moaned terrible messages about being alone, forever alone, locked in a box, submerged in your own bitterness.

He'd even seen Crick naked in passing and knew that his cock was long and slender, with a little mushroom of a head, and he was pretty sure there was a birthmark one side, but he hadn't seen it long enough to be sure.

For a moment in time, Bobby didn't exist. Nothing existed but these two souls, reconnecting, learning the feel and taste of each other all over again. Bobby watched them, entranced, and swallowed. He wanted that. He could have that. He could have that with Reg.

And he would probably love Deacon Winters truly and deeply for the rest of his entire life, in the way that most men loved their wives.

There's also a penis museum in Finland.

It was like flying.

With every touch of his father's hand to his mother's face, he believed that about love.

There was a lot of heart here, and a lot of joy of the game, but not a smidge of talent anywhere. And someone had wet their pants.

Are you the child of divorce, Tino? Did anybody you know die? Did you ever, once, not have enough to eat?" "No, sir," Tino said, shamed.

Like she could be pleasant and kind on command, but like she saved her deeper involvement for her own family. "Yeah," Seth said, giving Xavier to Kelly reluctantly.

How could you commit suicide and not be a dick? Not leave detritus and wreckage behind you? But Tory—he'd taken it to the next level, hadn't he? Like sex, like drugs, like Star Wars, like anything he'd done.

cause you're gentle enough to tame a rabbit but fierce enough to keep him safe—

I would follow you to the edge of the galaxy just to watch you make a 720 off the Crab Nebula.

Would that change? With enough peace, enough joy, would hope stop being the traitor at Deacon's table? Someday, maybe. Someday, maybe hope would be his friend.

Dad lied to the policeman who came to my room—and he was the nice one. But he got shot, and this other guy is all hard and shit, and he comes pounding on my dad's door and starts yelling at him to get with the program!" "What's the program?

Outbreak Monkey song coming from the Bluetooth speaker on Ellery's new desk.