Quotes from Amy Lane

Vuoi sapere perchè mi piaci? E' perchè prendi qualcosa che le persone disprezzano e lo tratti come se fosse umano

Can't... can't just go away. Can't just... You can't get on that train and charge out of my life. It's not fair. I can't work, dammit! I... I made a bad trade. I made a bad trade. How dare you? How dare you walk into my flat and... and then just... just walk out again? How can you even—

I'm trying to follow all the steps and check all the boxes. But my heart hurts and my skin aches, and God, I just want to be touched…….Can you touch me and then look at me tomorrow, and it will be okay?

If you're decent to people, you'll usually find out they're decent people, too.

Kindness is not weakness, Malcolm. Forgiveness isn't lack of backbone. Forgiveness is the thing that lets human beings not strangle each other after a half an hour's acquaintance. It's not something you in particular should shit on, you know?

It was the same smile he used in bed with Crick--the gentle, sweet smile that made him look young and a little vulnerable. Crick turned the picture around, and Benny had written, I asked him to think of you.

James fought the temptation to repeat "traditional chromosomal energy signature," just because it was such an awesome example of erudition gone weird, and thought hard to answer her question.

Okay. Some things were made of hope. But not this thing. This thing he was doing, that was made of surrender. He did it anyway. At least when you surrendered, you had time to kiss the people you loved good-bye.

Sometimes the things that went on between two people were so private and so painful the the rest of the world needed to reserve judgement.

Because right now, leaning against Kenny's counter, he was fully, painfully erect, for maybe the first time in months. He backed away and tried to think about something else - anything else. Losing his job, his mother's cat, Denise - oh, there you go. Limp as a politician's moral code.

Un giorno ti dirò che ti amo, Jimmy. Avrai solo una possibilità quando accadrà, perchè avere quelle parole sospese, con niente a prenderle e nessuno a ripeterle, è il peggior silenzio del mondo

You don't look gay," Joey said suspiciously. Will blinked. Well, that was new. "Maybe I'm just really, really happy inside," Will responded with a bright smile.

He had learned that sometimes, watching someone work or standing beside them, looking at stars or at bugs or at a sunset, was far more communicative than the eternal babble that sprung from his own wayward tongue.

Really? Brixton? Where nobody speaks fucking English?" Okay, that wasn't quite fair, and supposedly Brixton was getting "gentrified." "Remember Guns of Brixton, the Clash?

But strong isn't suits and a stupidly expensive lifestyle." "No?" "No. Strong is having the faith to run after a guy you've fallen for and taking the risk of looking like an idiot in the middle of St Pancras. And not giving enough of a fuck to not do it.

Yes. You couldn't make anyone else happy. He tried to tell himself that, and drink through the buzzing little voice saying that, for a few short weeks, he actually had made someone else happy. And Owen had made him happy too.

The point is, they have a public thing against the overweight and the underbeautiful. Those are my people there, Jared. Those are the people who pull the curtain and write the plays and make the costumes—those are the people who make the dream but who don't live it on the front of the stage. Anyone who knocks those people is not going to get my business. Or yours, because you're better than that.

He wasn't sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but it started soft and then went sweet and then went tender and then went tinder, and then went out-of-control blaze.

It's like... I don't see in color anymore, you know? I look at something and I think I know what it looks like, and then I think about what the world would look like without Deacon, and it goes to black and white.

You are making me something, cow-woman, or is that just make believe and pretend, like your sex life?' 'I'm making you a gag, Mickey, so I can knit in fucking peace.

He thought about how sometimes people's greatest sacrifices were the ones they didn't want the world to acknowledge or even to know about. Maybe that's what made them great.

Era la giovinezza? Era mai stato così sicuro di sè, anche quando era giovane? Era stato l'essere ferito a fargli desiderare di arrotolarsi in una palla di protezione e dire al mondo di lasciarlo in pace

Accept that there were some things you could not change and some things that you should.

Now go bring back someone's head on the front of your Lexus for Mommy, okay?" Ellery's mother to him