Quotes from Amy Lane

I'm a real bastard without him," Jace apologized, and Nick gulped some water and nodded. "Yeah, I hear that. Why?" Jace looked at him in outrage because the question was… was self-explanatory. "Because! Because he's… he's Quent!

Besides that, Sebastian liked books —all kinds. He loved fiction, non-fiction, big picture art books, the smell, the feel, and the potential to sit down with a book, become lost within it and only surface hours later when you needed to pee. Books were the bestest of best friends —and they never bitched if you forgot their birthdays or decided not to call them for a month.

You do like me, don't you? Even though I'm apparently communicatively handicapped and socially retarded?

Quent pulled back and smiled. "You're going to have to bet that this thing you feel, this thing you know I feel, that it goes beyond us. You're going to have to bet that love's a deep hand, Jason. That there's more to life than numbers and research, more than just the cards you see. You're going to have to bet that when the players are off the table, the game's still there. Can you do that?

Walking away from you was like walking away from the best part of me. I almost didn't recognize him.Walking away from you was like walking away from the best part of me. I almost didn't recognize him.

Trav knew the real boy underneath, and he was three times as beautiful as the image.

It takes a truly great man to see that he's been wrong and to apologize for it, even in the face of the obvious.

He didn't just want pretty or hot. He wanted beautiful.

Krissa, tough Lady Krissa, who had stood by impassively while Areau vomited out ten years of bitter addiction, wiped her eyes and offered Areau Mrs. Wrinkle's pie in comfort, and it suddenly occurred to Areau in the strangest, most dreamlike of ways, that his pain was not the only pain on the planet.

Rico laughed a little, feeling helpless. "Is your life always this...I don't know-" "Tide of chaos washing ashore on the beach of what the fuck? Yesh.

We're doing it because he's trying to look like a respectable member of the family and not the fucking mafia,' Dex snapped. He grimaced at Ethan. 'Sorry, man, but seriously--this is some fuckin' suit.' Ethan looked at himself and his spiffy shiny cuffs and sighed. 'I was going for grown-up,' he confessed. Kane was the one who said it. 'Well, what you got was connected, but that's okay, right? Because, you know, better a hired killer than a porn star.'

Well, sometimes small dreams had grandeur, he thought with dignity. Sometimes, the small dreams were all a person needed to live.

I know I get you to myself all the time, but… but…." There was an uneven touch in Quentin's hair, and Quentin almost stopped breathing. "You're the only thing I've wanted. I wanted my degree, but, you know, that came sort of easy. I wanted a business, and we've done that. And the whole time… hell, even before we had our first class together… before our first study group, before we got dorm assignments… all I wanted was you.

I haven't had a home in so long," he said softly. "I—I want a home with you. I don't want to leave you when you're hurt, or fragile, Patrick. I want to be a guy worth making a home for.

Jesus, Deacon," Andrew said from his other side. "Did you know the levee broke? Why didn't you get up to higher ground?" "'Cause me and God were having a conversation," Deacon mumbled with as much dignity as he could muster. "I called him a pussy-assed bitch, and he told me he didn't give a shit. It was a draw.

I will always take you home," he whispered, and Will framed his face with both hands and kissed him again.

If you don't want me to buy you silly gifts with great emotional import, don't disappear in the middle of the mall.

Jared's lips quirked up. "Are you sure Benji won't greet me in the morning with a shotgun?" "Not if you make him french toast. He'll totally sell me out for someone who cooks.

That's the definition of bisexual, Casey—pretty girls and pretty boys, it's like an all-you-can-fuck buffet!

Some nice lady came over here with food for us all. She claimed to be your mother. I don't believe it--you're an asshole, and she's good people.

Chase was gone then, and Donnie was back, alone in his room, wondering about those pictures from an art book he'd so admired. Because it felt like he'd just lived one, and it had been beautiful, so beautiful, and he'd been able to reach out and touch the lines of it, but it still hurt.

I can get mad all I want, but they don't mean it. They love me. Sometimes, some creatures, when they get cornered, they forget who loves them and think everybody's the enemy. You don't just leave them alone, cold and afraid, because their instinct takes over and it's wrong. You don't if you give a shit, you know?'

Kaden gave another one of those unexpected barks of humor. "Yeah. And I'm telling you, my sister is a shameless, shameless woman, and she swears by the guy in bed. If you ever feel like taking that stick out of your ass, you may want to rethink your stand on him. I understand he's like a religious experience.

I cannot face you if you think I look at you and see anything less than the man you are. I am not settling for you, I am reaching for you, and there is a difference, and you are that man.'