Amy A. Bartol Quotes

You are my sin and my redemption

Pampering is for wimps,

That is what courage is: it is acting in the face of fear.

If you don't want to know, don't ask.

Well, that feels a little bit like stealin' yer parent's car keys for a joy ride and ending up crashin' it, huh?"
"We kind of hijacked the sun, Russell.

My desire for him is insane. He's not sentimental - neither of us is - and yet he says things to me that strike at the core of my being and speak to the fighter in me. He makes me crave him in the most vulnerable way. I can't lose him - ever.

He must know that we have more game than Mattel.

As our bodies mesh as one, I know that this is the heaven I want to fight for: the one in my arms.

I don't know which is more difficult: going on alone to an unknown destination, or having to remain behind to watch the one you love leave. Those of us who have had to remain behind, we know that it's a cut that never heals ... it just continues to bleed
to burn inside of you.

Leaning up against one

I have learned something in the length of time that I have been here. This is temporary. Everything changes, whether you will it to or not. What you feel now will eventually fade and you will cease to remember it, until you need the information that you learned from it to survive, then it will be there for you.

My friends weren't concerned with botany.

You're so adorable sometimes. I almost don't regret not killing you.

Wanted to destroy you," he says, and a shiver goes through me, "and I wanted to take you in my arms and love you, and I wanted to tear you apart, and I wanted to crush anything that would harm you, all at the same time.

No one is protecting you. You are all alone, aren't you?" he asks while he lets my elbow drop from his hand.
I can no longer see his face clearly because my tears are making it impossible, but unfortunately for him, I've found what I've been searching for in my bag. "I don't need anyone to protect me when I have this!" I say in a desperate tone.
Pushing the Taser into his side, I release the safety and pull the trigger. The hot, kinetic sizzle of electricity snarls through the gun and into his torso, but Reed doesn't fall down and start twitching like in the demonstration video. Instead, his eyebrows shoot up in an expression somewhere between disbelief and amazement as he asks, "Are you serious?

Don't you 'Kitten' me!

I take a deep breath before jumping from the edge of the skywalk and lurching into the air toward him. To my surprise, Trey jumps from his side at the same time, meeting me in the air between the broken pieces of skywalk. His arms go around me, hugging me to him while we fall toward the reservoir of crystal-blue water far below.

My lips twitch at the mental image of him as a queen.

If I touch her, she'll have my soul, Trey replies.

She stays," Trey replies easily. "With you . . . half naked?" "With me . . . half naked.

Do I pray for her life or mine? They're one in the same ... Be this soul in Thine hands ... I stop, unable to pray for her ascension. I cannot let her go, I think in agony. I try again, May this soul in Thine hands be with me ... always.

Do you remember when I told you that I sometimes believe that you're not real? That I imagined you just to hurt myself?" Reed says softly with a bitterly self-effacing laugh that has nothing to do with humor. "I know now that you have to be real. This kind of pain cannot exist if you were imaginary," Reed's sexy voice breathes. I feel like I could reach out and touch him, he feels that close to me. "I know you exist, but you're like a sunset to me now - beautiful and so distant that no matter how fast I fly, I cannot reach you. You are always on the next horizon," Reed says sadly, and my breath catches in my throat as an unbelievable ache throbs in my chest. "Tel me where you are. I wil meet you
wherever you are in the world. I wil be there. Just you and me, I swear it. We don't have to endanger anyone else
we'l make sure Buns and Brownie and Zephyr are safe. Just you and me, I promise ... I wil meet you anywhere at anytime ... I wil ...

Drunken people make me nervous. I dislike their predictable unpredictability - the emotions that are so intense and seem to turn on a dime.

May what lies ahead of this warrior or behind him never take from me what is inside of him, for it is mine.

You can't be serious!" "I'm so serious." "He's a psychopath." "He's my psychopath.

I think I'm the most hurt by the fact that I'm not like him. I would've chosen him over everything else. The whole world could've burned down and I would've pulled him from the wreckage of it.

You are afraid of me?" Reed asks me, sounding unpleasantly surprised.
"Of course I'm afraid of you. You're menacing, you're overbearing, you're arrogant, and if you don't see that, then you can just add high to the list," I say, using my fingers to tick off his shortcomings.

Or so, and then it should be as good as new. See, I can walk

You killed Kenny," I groan with my lips chattering, "you bastard .

She's in my blood. I will never stop fighting for her,

I want you as my consort.. until death do us part, and then forever after that

I have heard it said that if you stay in one place long enough, the whole world would eventually pass by you. I'm not sure if I buy that, but if you have four miles to walk to a lake, while stuck behind a bunch of teenage girls, you will hear quite enough gossip about the place you are in, not to mention the people who reside there, to make that world quite interesting. I have already learned quite enough about Reed Wellington, my beautiful sophomore guide with a penchant for rudeness.

How come you're in such a good mood? You couldn't have gotten much more sleep than I did last night. Are you a morning person?" I ask in mock horror."A mornin' person, well maybe, but let's just say I got to experience the nicest parts of hell last night," he says quietly,taking the shirt I offer him. As he rises out of thebed, I can't help looking over his perfect abdomen and chest before he shrugs into his shirt."I'm sorry, the nicest parts of hell? What does that mean?" I ask."Red, yer not a guy, so there's no point explainin',

I have to kiss her again; I start with her lips. When I taste her on my tongue, I want more. I need more. Tugging on her bottom lip with mine elicits a soft groan of pleasure from her. I live in the sound of it.
When our bodies fit together, like pieces falling into place, I'm nearly undone by it and by her eyes. They narrow and her forehead leans forward to rest against mine. Through her eyes, I can almost see inside her soul. That's where I long to be: centered near her soul, wedged between it and her heart. ~ Reed's POV

He isn't wearing a shirt ... He shouldn't just walk around like that; it's obscene to have to look at someone so perfect. He should do the world a favor and eat a donut or two.

Is that what you are calling it? A message? It felt more like emotional terrorism to me.-Zephyr

You are where I draw the line. They can have anything else that they want, but they cannot have you-not when I have breath in my body to prevent it. -Reed

From an early age, you've learned never to trust anyone but yourself. You let almost no one help you, but the ones you do allow into your life have special significance to you: you love them, even when sometimes you wish that you didn't. Because when you love someone, Kricket, it means you're completely loyal to that person, you'll sacrifice anything for him - even your life. How am I doing so far?

Did she go postal?" Russell grins at him, "You know, for pullin' her portal on the island and sendin' her to your safe house before the fight?"
"Define postal?" Zephyr counters, his brows pulling together further.
"Insanely angry," Russell says.
"Yes," Zephyr nods his head adamantly, pointing at him. "She has not called me 'sweetie' since."
"Oooo," Russell says, ducking his head and wrinkling his nose. "Doghouse.

No one has ever worn my clothes before." "No one would dare," I murmur. "You're a scary beast." "You dared." "I did, but I have a problem with authority." He

Liar; But never doubt I love ... I love thee best, O most best believe it.

You have made no secret of the fact that you hate me."
His eyes soften again. "Hate you?" he asks. "Not as much as you might think. And then there is the ... what was it ... butterflies? That can't be a bad thing, can it?

Would you mind telling Xavier that if
he doesn't want to become an albatross,
he should stop laughing, Evie mutters,
which only makes him laugh harder.

Instead of asking youself how you can change that aspect of you, maybe you should be asking yourself why you were created that way. For what purpose do you exist the way that you are?

It's a little like being alone on a moving train for the first time. The excitement and wonder at the new experience slowly gives way to the creeping feeling that something isn't quite right. You check your ticket and see that you have made a mistake-- it's not the train that you have intended to be on. At first, you try and deny it. You watch the scenery slipping past and try to find a familiar landmark, and for awhile you take solace in denial.
But soon, the terrifyingly unfamiliar terrain outside the window causes you to panic. Crushing fear that you can't ignore makes you rush around, looking for a way off it. But, it's moving too fast that you know there is no getting off until it stops somewhere. So you creep back to your seat and try not to attract any attention to yourself because the strangers in the train have taken on a weird, plastic appearance. Any camaraderie that you may have shared with them before is gone since you're no longer one of them: you're a trespasser meant to be on a different train.
The knowledge begins to weigh on you as you slide farther and farther from where you wanted to go. You try to reign in on your fear and convince yourself that maybe this new destination will be better than the one you had planned for yourself.
Then, somewhere along the way you discover that all your baggage is wrong, too, and you find that you're ill equipped to survive on the trip you're on, but then... then you notice that the stranger sitting next to y

He looks like someone definitely broke his crayons.

- inescapable

Zee replies grimly, 'I understand that problem ... Buns is a force of nature.'
'She is,' I say with a reluctant smile, 'you're kind of screwed, dude. She's definitely got her own ideas.'
Zee grins too. 'Do not laugh too hard, playa, yours is a Throne..karma ... ' he says, noddin' his head before grimacin' and addin', 'ouch'.
My smile broadens involuntarily. 'Zee, when did you become funny?' I ask.
'It is difficult to be funny in Human,' he says, before lookin' at his watch and than graspin' the cover of the portal computer. 'Learn my language and you will think I am hysterical.

Reason doesn't always stand up to pain and come out the victor.

I wouldn't describe it like that. It was . . . hazardous and delicate. I've had easier times disarming explosives . . .

In all the years that I have lived, the time that I have spent with you has been the most exquisite ... and this moment, our first dance, I will never forget if I live forever.

Okay, you must have forgotten that I know when someone's lying-it's one of my special, freaky priestess gifts, remember-the one you love to use until it becomes inconvenient for you? You can try to throw me off, but even half truths ring false with me.

I don't want you going there without me, ever…do you understand what I am saying?" he asks me, searching my face, probably looking for any sign of dissention.
"Let me get this straight, what if I got a craving for…I don't know…Twinkies in the wee hours of the morning and all that was open was the Seven-Eleven. You're saying I should wake you up, even if you're crashed out, just so that you can go with me on a treat run?" I ask skeptically, trying to gauge his level of commitment to this course of action.
"Genevieve, Twinkies are really bad for you, but if you had to have one, then yes, that's what I'm saying," he smiles at my scenario. "Do you really like those things?"
"I'm not going to tell you if you're going to tease me, but I will say that it's suspiciously inhuman not to enjoy a Hostess snack from time to time," I reply coyly. "I'll buy you one. You'll love it, I promise."
And I'll be doing the world a favor at the same time, I think, remembering him without his shirt on.

Wayra, it's very nice to meet you. -Get off! -What's wrong? -He touched me. -So? -So, he's going to get hurt if he does it again!

Security ... " he trails off, picking up my black bikini top that was flung over the lamp. I pluck what's left of the top out of his hand and hide it behind my back with one hand while the other hand grasps Russell by the bicep. "Thanks, Russ," I say, trying to lead him back to the door, but Brownie is right, he is really freaking strong and I can't move him an inch now.

To ache from the knowledge that I may never hold you again - to count the moments, like grains of sand, while we were parted only to escape the sky and find that you still only know me as a boy from school ...

You're my air, Evie. Without you, I drown in breathless sky.

I look away from him, replying sarcastically, Well, you can tell JT and Pete for me that the next time they hold a knitting bee and gossip circle, I could use a new sweater!

What's up with hotness? I wonder. He looks like someone definitely broke his crayons.

Boys sometimes don't remember a good thing when they see it. Just remember that you're special.

Reed lifts his lips from mine, and looking into my eyes, he murmurs, I want those thousand years with you, Evie, you have no idea how much I want them. I want a thousand years, and then I want a hundred thousand more.

I'm not forgiveness and redemption. I'm violent retaliation and vengeance.

She's in your head, Trey."
"My head, my heart, my blood," Trey responds immediately.

Then you might have to kill everyone." "So be it." "Why are you so crazy?" I ask as I gently rest my forehead against his chest.

I have never had to fight so hard to take a breath.

This doesn't work out for us, Kricket, know that I've loved you from the moment I held you in my arms on Ethar, and every moment in between. I will love you even after my final breath.

Reed's blood is now mixed with mine, so that he is always with me, no matter where I am.

Even swimming in sorrow, he won't let me drown.

I'm the light to his darkness. There's no escape; he's a part of me.

I'm stone, nothing touches me-nothing.

Ye have ta ask me dat? Ye do na know dat ye are all dat madders ta me?

Okay, so when is the mother ship coming to pick us up?" I ask worriedly. "The what?" Reed asks with confusion clouding his eyes. "The mother ship, you know, aliens?" I ask tensely. He gives me an impatient look. "Aliens?" he scoffs. "We're not aliens then?" I reply, not even trying to keep the relief out of my voice. "No!" he says emphatically as he searches my face - probably for other signs of mental illness. Sighing, I ask, "Then what are we, Reed? Because seriously, if some big alien bug cracks me open from the inside and starts wiggling out, I'm going to be really ticked off that you didn't warn me.

You cannot thrive under the wrong stars, Kricket ... the stars here are in opposition to you ... can't you feel it? ... Let us take you home.

It looks great on her because she has a bangin' body.

Sometimes we don't know that it's best to run. Hanging on in desperation seems to be our way.

If I had but one wish, it would have been to find someone like you."
"And if you were a coin, I'd throw you down a well without making a wish.

I'd break every rule for you.

Then I could just let the common symmetry that exists between us force you to see that you're mine . . ." - I kiss him - "and I'm lost without you . . .

There is nothing remotely ordinary about you, accept it. I'll show you what you are."
"And what am I?"
"Mine. I will tear open the sky to make you see it.

You have to get rid of my wings!" I plead
"But, I like your wings," he says, smiling sweetly while stroking them again.
I swear, if he keeps doing that I might purr like a kitten

You were afraid of me? Don't you meet with the Fallen in Sheol?"
"Yes, but none of them had ever stolen my heart nor left me without words to ponder its loss.

You're what I want. No other angel, or man, will ever stand above you in my esteem, in my regard, or in my love.

I look away from his eyes. Since I've met you, Brennus, my life has not been mine, I say with more honesty than I like to admit to myself. Time with you is visceral ... white-knuckle moments that make me know that I'm alive. I think I have become addicted to the rush of fear and desire you create ... the uncertainty that I was once forced to endure has now become a need, like those pills that people keep in their medicine cabinets.

Cuz I look like Barbie." I reply, knowing they can connect the dots. "Bad girls don't like Barbie?" Michael asks, both his eyebrows rising. "No. Bad girls want to rip Barbie's head off and flush it down the toilet,

Never presume to know the mind of God. -Inescapable

He becomes a thief, wiping away my tears with the back of his hand, trying to steal my sorrow from me.

I'm dangerous?" I snort disbelievingly. "Very," he replies plainly. "I don't feel dangerous, I feel small and exposed," I say, turning my face away from him. "Evie, you're the most dangerous creature I have ever encountered, and I have encountered them all," he says, playing with my hair.

I will never want anything as much as I want you. I will never love anything as much as I love you.

He has an equal stack of pancakes on his plate. He picks up his fork and says, You know these aren't very good for Pretty Town.

I could no more leave you than the earth could leave the sun. You'll always draw me back to you,

We have to make the stars align for us now
find a way for us now to get burned for being together. - Trey to Kricket

Xavier ... he is afraid of losing you-He is also insane for you. Insane for you without the soul to join yours or the deep attraction to awaken you ... but with the devotion to endure this Godless place for you.

I'm just saying that when there is little left to lose, the consequences of one's actions don't carry the same weight ... painful or otherwise.

You're art that cannot be concealed ... danger that cannot be tamed ... love that cannot be measured ... a new law that denies a probable outcome.

Alfred was right about one ting. Ye are very beautiful when ye beg, Genevieve.

Soon, ye will never need ta beg me for anyting. I'll give ye everything.

That's it, Red, get mad. That's the girl I know. I don't know the other girl who walks around like a ghost," he says angrily, "The girl who has given up everythin' that was ever important to her just 'cuz her boyfriend dumped her." "I'm sorry I haven't been yer friend. I'm sorry I busted the firewall ya bought me… and I'm sorry yer heart got broken,

Why does my stomach flutter like it's filled with a thousand butterflies whenever I get near you? And I don't mean when I see you, I mean before I see you, I inquire as I search his face.

You've changed me. I want to be the favorite taste that touches your lips.

I try taking a step. Reed drops my hands so that I can move freely. My knee is a bit stiff, but otherwise, it feels fine. Examining the surface of my knee, I see a slight discoloration over the kneecap, but other than that, it's nearly as good as new. Feeling myself panicking I cover my hands over my face as I think, I'm a monster! Don't fall apart here - you can fall apart later ... Plastering a fake smile on my face, I bring my hands down to see Reed standing just a few feet away, watching me closely. I try to think of something offhand to say, but all I can come up with is, Amazing ... I can't wait until that third eye grows out of my forehead.

I miss the outline of your body pressed to mine and the feel of your breath on my neck when you sleep. I miss the sound of your voice. I need you. I have to go soon, but I will be back for you. I promise you. Then, I will show you that there is still beauty in the world
not a future full of despair. I promise you, I will.

Dying in your arms sounds like bliss to me.