Quotes from Amy Lane

I'd die for him!" And he would. Say the word, there's Tate Walker, lying down in traffic and throwing his worthless life away so someone as good as Brian could cross the street.

Twenty-eight years, Kenny," Will panted. "Twenty-eight years thinking sex was for the lucky and the brave. Then I find out I can close my eyes, think of you, and become a frickin' god—now c'mon and make me a god!

Well, therapy was cheap and easy if you didn't mind walking it in the snow to poop.

You're the fantasy I never knew I had.

Where's your goofy little dog?" "You watch Adventure Time?" Finn said, sounding delighted. "That's awesome!

One glimpse of that glistening, tan back, those rangy shoulders, the sweat-slicked black hair, and his libido woke up and started to pray to Cialis, goddess of horny middle-aged men.

Seriously, Jackson, you dropped a monster on our lap, and then a leviathan jumped out of the toilet and ate it." Jackson chuckled a little at the image. "Well, it was a monster, Mira. Let's hope the leviathan wins.

But then, life with Casey would tend to be that way for Joe—moments of gorgeous, shining faith and moments of agonizing, painful doubt. Joe was young in his way too. It would take him years before he recognized the ebb and flow of true love.

You're gay!" she shrilled, and he pulled the phone away from his ear. "How in the hell do you know you're gay?" He smiled a little to himself. It was sort of private information, but he figured he owed her a little after the last four months. "Because when I look at pictures of naked men, my penis goes off like a roman candle," he said frankly, and that was when she hung up.

Plans are what you make when you are starting your life, Martin. Life is what happens when you're making your plans." Tino

I'm starting to think being a grown-up isn't going to school or even paying your own rent. It's learning to fake it when you got no other choice.

Surprisingly, their next kiss generated some heat, and the next, and the next, because touching Will without heat, without tenderness, without heart, turned out to be something Kenny absolutely could not do.

You're not even looking at the view, Xan." "I'm looking at all I need to.

It looks like two alpacas fucking, mostly," he said apologetically. "Of course, sometimes, the boy can't get his boy parts past the girl's furry ass, and he needs a little help, so then it looks like two alpacas fucking while their handler's giving the one on top a handjob.

He journeyed, in this climax, from the boy who was afraid to need, to the man who trusted he could.

The reason we need words to define our hearts is that our hearts are lonely, vulnerable, bare and beating things, and sometimes, they do not always know truth unless they hear it.

It was... it was like all the girls I was with. They were fun, and I liked their company, but their touch didn't... didn't make anything get warm. Didn't make it pop or zing or ache." The hand moved up to Talker's neck, so that his pulse throbbed against Brian's palm. "Didn't make me feel any of the things I feel when you touch me or smile or... you know, sing in the shower or leave your shoes in the hallway or have conversations with the rat when you think I can't hear you.

Nothing," he said softly. "It's just a real nice turtle, that's all." "You

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well you're not bad-looking, but you've got that stick up your ass and I always top. It'd get crowded, trust me.

All'orizzonte, le stelle erano visibili in una scia chiara contro il lucido nero e le nubi afose, all'apparenza morbide, e l'acqua nera del fiume erano un rilievo nero sul letto di luce che giocava nell'acqua, lasciando che il mondo intero, il loro mondo, divenisse un capolavoro in bianco e nero.

some people would sacrifice their biggest love for a bigger hate.

If you Ever say Anything about fairies knitting for two gay men again, I will fire you, Then I will knit you a noose, do you hear me?" Craw outburst at Jeremy's comment.

Trav thought of the song – his song – and the cry from the invisible boy who slept in forgotten corners and lived to make people love him or hate him or anything so long as they didn't forget his name.

Yeah, well you're not bad-looking, but you've got that stick up your ass and I always top. It'd get crowded, trust me. Now