Quotes from Amy Lane

Deacon thought he'd felt like Death shit him out and served him as the dog's breakfast before… well, now he knew how it felt when the dog threw him back up and buried him in guilt.

do something stupid in traffic, and suddenly they're seeing me in a pile of twisted metal, wearing my toes as a necklace.

It's a mystery. It's like all babies. It's a mystery, and all we can do is pray.

There just had to be something morally wrong about telling a ten-year-old he had to have government approval for sexual activity.

almost grateful to leave Galen's nice little apartment—which still held hope like tattered party banners—for Tory's, which was a testament to when hope died, violently and by its own hand.

I like knowing that people live good lives. You know dancers—it's all drama and pain and bad relationships and obsession. I like knowing that your life didn't hurt. It makes me happy.

It was a random chance meeting of one particular sperm from a crowd and one particular egg from whichever ones popped out of the party room to look for adventure. It was hope that things would develop to the point where there was a real human being in there, and not just a collection of cells, and some more hope that the whole thing would coalesce and cook until done, and pop out pissed off and viable and ready to keep growing.

If you ever say anything about fairies knitting for two gay men again, I will fire you, then I'll knit you a noose, do you hear me?

And like everybody else in the world, his heart lodged in his throat and tried to choke him when he saw Mackey Sanders scampering along the top of the giant amplifier. But when he saw Mackey fall off, it threatened to stop.

She'll take anything. Even the network whose name we don't speak, if you know what I mean.

Because you drank enough vodka to fund an entire Russian coup," she muttered. "Jesus—you almost told your father you were gay, do you know that?

I said you were a perfect chord. You were so beautiful you made light and sound better. Looking at you, I heard the best music, the kind not even angels can play." Kelly let out what sounded to be a half-broken laugh.

boys tasted, just because),

Oh my God… we're some sort of gay enforcement squad!

Here. Motrin and water. You'll feel better. Or you'll throw up. Either way you'll feel better.

I know who you are," he said quietly. "Forever, Ace. I'll do anything.

Controlla le cose che puoi, così il caos del mondo esterno non sembrerà più così schiacciante.

Kimmy's got a mouth like a sailor fucking a trucker,

Frog it?" he asked. "Rip-it! Rip-it!" She made the motion of pulling the live end of the yarn as she said it, and Cassidy gave an exasperated sigh.

He was so lovely, so gorgeous, Dawson couldn't put a name to how beautiful he was—not divinely, not spectacularly, not beautifully. He just danced. He looked like a soul clothed in muscle.

Jesus fuck a rabbit, Ernie, the hell is wrong with you?

È come se… non vedessi più le cose a colori, sai? Guardo qualcosa e penso di sapere com'è, e poi penso a come sembrerebbe il mondo senza Deacon, e tutto diventa bianco e nero.

Cheever bit his lip. God, if nothing else, he was getting an education as to what made Mackey James Sanders such an undeniable force in the universe.

Yes, well, you did not boycott the place that fed you, even if they stood against everything you stood for.