Quotes from Amy Lane

Maybe I can move mountains, change the color of the sky and tilt the center of the world, just to play basketball, just to see you look at me like I can do anything, just so I don't let you down.

I will love you for as long as we live. And I will love you if this is as close as we ever get.

I'll do anything not to break your heart.

I played this game for myself. Its all you've ever wanted me to do, and I did. And playing for me means you. It means you, and me, and the world can take a flying fuck. It means whatever we do for the rest of our lives, we do it forever, and we do it openly, and—

You've completely managed my life for the next twelve hours. Why do you have that 'nipple-clamp' expression on your face?

La morte sa dove viviamo noi tutti, baby. Tutto ciò che possiamo fare è tenerci per mano finché non viene a bussare. Se tu ci stai, io ci sto, okay?

I'd give anything to know you were okay. But it's not fair to ask us to sacrifice that boy so you can heal. Do you understand?

Boy, you don't know it, but you really are still a baby. You're amazingly fucking young. Don't write off the rest of your life like that, okay? There's some stunning, gorgeous moments waiting for you. Don't make a plan that'll make you miss out on them.

WALL•E—the hapless knight in rusted armor. Except WALL•E had eventually been very important to the object of his affection, hadn't he?

I can't make good promises," I said quietly. "I can promise to love you for the rest of my life, but I can't promise how long that will be. I can promise we'll be together for as long as possible, but I don't know how long that will be either. I can promise all sorts of things, but I can't promise I'll keep

Comet finally lay there, eyes rolling, heart thundering, breath coming in pants, and waited for Deacon to make it better. Deacon positioned the gun, patted Comet's nose one last time, then stepped back and pulled the trigger and made it all better.

I'll kill them for you, Marky—I swear I will. But first you need to pull that bastard out from under the bed so I know what I'm fighting.

Time was sanding your hopes and dreams smooth so they'd fit into the shape of the world, even as you saw them, beautiful, with bright and shiny edges, still in your mind.

Taylor liked a little more bite from a kiss. Brandon had that. Like the bite of alcohol in a mojito—some citrus, some mint, and some wow. Absolutely lethal.

And like Mikhail, when he had slid from dance to drugs to the streets at the age of fifteen, she had lived and breathed a profession in which it was better to be high than even a pound above the minimum weight to sustain life.

those promises. I can only promise I want you safe and sound.

Think the gift shop has something that doesn't look like . . . like . . ." "Like a cum rag in a clown orgy?

Sometimes people hurt each other, just by being. It's not your fault.

How do you explain the bone-deep knowledge that this thing you con for, lie for, cheat for, ain't never gonna

Fucking mine, you hear me? Mine—no one else's, you're fucking mine and I fucking want you. I want you, and I'm taking you, and I'm never giving you back!

See, that's what God's voice was to me. When I was a kid, I thought God's voice was the church bells,

happen? That the biggest con of all is telling yourself that it will? How could he tell Craw that saying you were going to do something and then making it happen was, for Jeremy, as unlikely as Craw settling down with a nice girl and breeding like bunnies?

know that when I was teaching, the families of immigrants were among my hardest working and often best behaved. I know that the respect I accorded them was returned to me tenfold.

Better than a god," Crick murmured. "You're the reason to have faith.