Amy Lane Quotes

Being loved can do marvelous things for a man.

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.

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!

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

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.

No man in the history of ever has turned down a blowjob, he gritted.

I lowered my mouth to his ear and said, I think you're my everything.

Yeah. That's why I seduced you, so you'd reach for the stars."
Quent snuggled. "I caught one. He's prickly, but surprisingly soft inside."
"Aw, shut up so we can do to sleep."
-Jade and Quent pillow talk

I know. But maybe that's what growing up gets you. You get better. You stop waiting for the bad stuff to happen and maybe enjoy the good, you know?

Whiskey was still looking some place past Patrick's shoulder, and suddenly his brown eyes met
Patrick's with a sort of inscrutable intensity. Patrick, this isn't over, okay? You and me? You want to
stay here, you want to keep sleeping in my bed, that's fine. I like you there. You're warm and you're kind,
and it's comfortable, having you there. But I'm going to want you, and you're going to want me, and if you
don't want to follow through on that, that's fine too. But you'll need to decide which way you want it, and
you need to make it clear when you make your decision. I'm, like, twelve years older than you, and I don't
sleep around. I'm not going to hit on you just because you're cute and you're here. I need to know it's
something you want, and it's something you need, and you're not just doing it because you think you need
to put out because I'm being human to you. You don't. All you need to do is be human back.

For Christ's sake, Ian, he was stealing your cash! I hope you at least wore a raincoat, you feel me?
Ian blinked. Why would I want a raincoat, Joel? I was having sex.
Joel put his face in his hands, closed his eyes tight, and prayed that when he looked up and opened then Ian would be kidding.
He wasn't

When you get to that point where you notice a person's faults, you've got to decide if you can live with them or can't live without them.

I blew through her like baby's breath through a dandelion, and my soul
left its mark on hers. Forever. In one night, I'd bound her too me for as long
as she lived, and I had no words to tell her.
When I woke the next night, to see her there, above me, the relief radiating
from every line of her body, I thought it was more of a miracle than my
first rising.

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

Malcolm chuckled wickedly. "You, my American friend, are like a hidden landmine of sex appeal. I'm going to have to look out for you."
"Too late." Owen raised his face to the unfamiliar smells, breezes, sounds of the city, enjoying them even more now that he knew something of it and it had become personal to him. "I've already exploded. You're caught."
He tilted his head back and laughed, inviting Malcolm to share the joke, but Malcolm was unusually quiet ...

You nervous about doing this on camera?"
Chance tilted his head a little, considering. "Well, yeah, of course. You don't know what you look like when you come - for all I know, I'm hella ugly or something. But at the same time ... " He trailed off and shuddered, and his eyes got half-lidded. One hand went unconsciously to his stomach, then slid up to his nipples, which were still pointy and puckered. "It's sort of cool. It's making my stomach all jumpy, and ... " His other hand slid down under the waistband of his shorts, as he made obvious kneading motions on his groin.
"It's turning you on?"
"Mmmm ... "
"Take the shorts off, Chance, and show us.

Simple is good," he said. "I've lived through complicated. Complicated hurts. Simple sustains you. Complicated makes you hungry for simple.

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.

A kiss is good. I think kisses are where all good things start.

We'll fix it in the morning, sweetheart. You can't save the world after 1:00 a.m. Not even you.

I shall be your guide through the fields of frantic holiday shoppers. You will come to depend on me. I'll be your Sherpa through the human mountain, your faithful Saint Bernard, guiding you through the shopping Alps, your Strider, hauling your poor hobbit ass through the perils of Middle Earth-"
"My Gollum, prepared to dump my hobbit ass in the volcano," Hank finished, although it was hard because he was fighting laughter with every word.

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.

The army don't teach enlisted men how to fly," I said, trying to hold onto my dignity. "We gotta do that for ourselves.

You don't love people at their best, sweetheart. You just love them because you can't help it.

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

Maybe that's why his lovers hadn't worked out so far. Maybe before you got someone who would fight to have you, you had to be ready to kill or die for them first.

'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.'

That's where they'd gone right after the train station, where Malcolm (Malcolm!) had poured his bloody heart out and begged Owen not to leave. Bed. There would be time to hammer out the details later

I tried very hard not to ponder the horrible irony that I was too ugly to love, and too ugly not to violate.

And I'm not going to be my dad's clone. And women don't turn me on. And Oliver is my home." -Rusty (Christmas Kitsch)

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.

'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.'

Wanted you since before I knew you",he said softly. "You think I knit for just anyone?

Right now, do you want to come up and... uhm... I´ve got movies! Or, uhm, a soda. Or... coffee. I´ve got coffee and biscotti! Or...." "Sex, Zach," Sean said soberly. "I think we can skip the preliminaries. We need to have sex.

How'd he taste?"
Like a five second rule Oreo ... " he said thoughtfully
A five second rule Oreo?"
A little dirty, but still sweet ...

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Craw didn't just grunt - he made sounds like barnyard animals going to bed at night. The more frustrated and/or inarticulate he felt, the bigger the animal. This particular grunt sounded like a constipated cow.

Sometimes the small dreams were all a person needed to live.

I suddenly knew, in a way I'd never had before, what want meant, and why it was dangerous and greedy and huge.

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.

Okay," Crick said, rolling his eyes. "I give. Which part of my body is more interesting than my ass?"
Deacon rewarded his obtuseness with a smack to the head. "Your heart, you fuckin' moron ...

Okay, basics. The three S's: shower, shit, and shave - every man could do that in his sleep. So he did. He managed his complete morning routine in a mental and emotional coma.

Green smiled at me, all that compassion in his eyes, and he cupped my face in his hands, as
though it were delicate, and precious. "You must never leave me," he said solemnly. "You may take as
many lovers as you want, but you must promise to always be here to make me feel like I can do all that
needs to be done.

You're here! She repeated, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs
around his hips. He'd dropped his bags as she'd ran, and now he cupped her bottom in his large hands ... His heart gave a giant thump, all the way down from his chest to his stomach,
and as she smiled up at him he lowered his head and devoured her mouth,
smile and all. Her lips were just as warm, and just as soft as he remembered, and her mouth tasted like peaches and cinnamon and Corinne Carol-Anne and without thought he pushed her back against the hallway wall and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her as though all their time apart would disappear in that frantic mating of tongue and lips and teeth. He wanted to take her into himself, all of her, and keep her warm and safe and happy, just like this moment when she
burst with joy, just to see him.
Wounded
(Green and Cory, after being apart)

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.

Benji grinned back. "You're being a real asshole today, Mr. Barnes. Well done - you been practicing?" Dad smiled, obviously relaxed. "Yeah, you know, kid, a few minutes a day, you can work that muscle with the best of them.

You cannot take a person's humanity and then retain your own

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!

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

Because it's you and basketball, Christian. Only one of you can break my heart.

He didn't scream hysterically or stand up and kick the headstone or any of that. He put his face on his knees and listened as the wind from the mountains mercilessly leveled everything in its path. He remembered the person who had helped him fly with the wind instead of being beaten down by it, and he cried quietly into his knees, finally knowing how the big of the sky could make a person feel as alone as a heartbeat in space.

I mean, I'm not going to spare your feelings, Dad - I wanted to be his frickin' chocolate bunny today, but, really he popped a couple of jelly beans and said, 'This isn't right' and walked away. I mean, I think he was starving for chocolate bunny - but he walked away. Who does that?

She often had a temper that made a PMS-ing harpy going into nicotine withdrawal look like a chubby fuzzy bunny that burped daisies and shot rainbows out its ass.

That much sexual tension makes me want to hump a phone pole, and that's just not attractive in a pregnant woman.

Jeremy laughed. "Well, there was food, a gift, and you spent your time shopping. I'd say it was a date!"
Aiden squinted at Jeremy. "That's all we did last Saturday! he said, a little bit of surprise in his voice. "I thought you weren't gay!"
Jeremy widened his eyes big enough to look shocked. "Well, I didn't know you were!"
"God, what a dumbass!" Aiden shook his head. "Jesus, how can you give advice on two guys dating if you don't even know what two guys do if they're not on a date.

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.

If you cannot see the fineness in my Hammer, you'd best look at him with better eyes.

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.

This time, he fumbled for Collin's hand in the elevator. He still felt like a thief, there was no denying it, but sometimes thieves stole things because they needed them to live.

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

Honestly - who puts a hamburger next to diet tofu curry unless they're trying to buy your soul?

Oh, for fuck's sake. The Chevy Matiz - whose idea was it? Four doors, shaped like a shoe, and all the reliability of his grandmother's digestive tract. Whether she'd been constipated or had the runs, it was always ugly, and her mood had been to match.

Oh gods, are you listening? A storm out at sea is one of your greatest creations. You should hear it praised. The sky is dark, almost as night, and the swells ... they were taller than mountains.

So, he, uhm, all ac/ac, or a little ac/dc?" she asked, blushing, and Chase's grin about swallowed his face.
"He claims to be ac/dc," he said, watching her face light up completely.

„Like‟ is a mild sort of word for what Con and I have," Collin replied, leaning forward to touch noses with the big doofus. Constantine half-closed his eyes and twitched his whiskers back. "I‟d go with the deeply twisted interpersonal relationship that a hero has for his nemesis, sort of a Batman/Joker thing, if the Joker suddenly started going down on Batman like a porn-star on Viagra."
Jeff looked at him in alarm. "Jesus, Sparky, stop touching my cat!

You're my friend," Chris whispered back, and his other hand came up so he could rub Xander's lower lip with his thumb. "That makes you beautiful.

Seeing Oliver again - touching Oliver again - that was really all that was on my mind.
I threw open my door and tried to launch myself out of the car, but my seat belt brought me back with a jerk, and then I felt like a jerk, because, really, who does that? I unhooked my seat belt so quickly it snapped up hard, and the belt buckle caught my chin, and my elbow got tangled in it as I was trying to get out of the door and get out all at the same time, and ... I sat back in my seat and took a deep breath, then looked at Oliver sheepishly through the open door. He was trying manfully not to roll on the ground in laughter. I could tell. I held up one finger, took another deep breath, and exited the car with slow, methodical movements before I hurt myself.

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 -

But see? Then you got all human on me the other night, and it's official. I'm there, Henry. I'm ... I'm ready for the Henry lifestyle. And I know you've only gotten your toes wet in Lake Justin right now, but I want you to come in, take a swim, and build your house out here, okay?

I didn't have time to tell Bracken to care for her. I didn't have time to tell Arturo that I knew why he was hard on me, and it was okay. I didn't have time to tell Green that he was the sun and the moon and the stars. The Goddess gave me just enough time to feel her pain, to let her know I loved her. I had just long enough to say goodbye.

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

I love you, McKay. I love you so much it would kill me not to try.

Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect in each other's arms.

Hammer", I finished lamely, as he waited patiently for my thoughts to find their voice, "we have got to find better words for the things we have in our hearts."
"Words seem to be weak things," he murmured into my hair, and I could only hope our hearts would prove stronger.

Dawson looked at him, his jaw clenched earnestly, and remembered when he thought Jared was the leader of the two of them. He should have been the leader - he was the older one, the more experienced one. But moment by moment, text by text, touch by touch, it had finally dawned on Dawson that Dawson would survive if their relationship detonated and dissipated in smoke and flames. Jared would be in the heart of the blast. Scientists with microscopes and DNA detectors wouldn't be able to find him again.

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.

Why would I what?" Will asked, wanting another bite of his burger. "Why would you risk your job teaching some stupid fantasy book?" "Because alternative universe literature promotes critical thinking, imagination, empathy, and creative problem solving. Children who are fluent in fiction are more able to interpret nonfiction and are better at understanding things like basic cause and effect, sociology, politics, and the impact of historical events on current events. Many of our technological advances were imagined by science fiction writers before the tech became available to create them, and many of today's inventors were inspired by science fiction and fantasy to make a world more like the world in the story. Many of today's political conundrums were anticipated by science fiction writers like Orwell, Huxley, and Heinlein, and sci-fi and fantasy tackle ethical problems in a way that allows people to analyze the problem with some emotional remove, which is important because the high emotions are often what lead to violence. Works like Harry Potter tackle the idea of abuse of power and - " Will stopped himself and swallowed. Everybody at the table, including Kenny, was staring at him in openmouthed surprise. "Anyway," he said before taking a monster bite of his cooling hamburger on a sudden attack of nerves, "iss goomfer umf." "It's good for us," Kenny translated, sounding a little stunned

Turns out that sometimes, faith and a sense of humor really can be all you need.

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.

What I'm saying," Nate tried once more, "is that there
should always be a world in which you and I meet."
Walter's shrug would have done an old uncle at temple
proud. "We meet, we don't meet - if we don't know each
other, it doesn't make a difference."
But it does. I was missing you before you were born.

God. No wonder it was so easy. He's been bleeding since he was a baby. He just never told anyone. How do you even know it hurts after all that time? Because you loved me, and I knew what it meant to feel.

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?

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.

'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?'

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

That smile, right there?"
"Yeah?"
"I've known you my entire life. You only smile like that for me.

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Listen to me. I will spill my insides for you once only. We were three - I am the green, the
growing, the day. I loved the moon, the silver night, and he loved the sunshine, fierce and hot, and she
loved me because the sun must love the day. And the sun and I stood in a valley of stone and faced
death, because we wanted to spare the night, who had suffered a thousand deaths already, and we didn't
want him to bleed any more. But he would not allow it. He swooped from the sky and clenched death
in both hands, and we wore his blood like skin.

Well, I can no longer hear the silence." But that's okay, because you are mildly amusing and I am enjoying hearing you ramble on like a Led Zeppelin song. "Oh my God!" "What is it this time?" "Your subtext changed!" Jared's smiles were always

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.

My knitting is simple", he said again. Ï can make anything you want with it, but it will always be simple.

You didn't know that ... that my whole world stopped when I first saw you smile.

Every heartbeat screams your name

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.

I will love you forever," I murmured, and he stroked the hair off of my forehead.
I will hold you to that." His face was grim and his voice was sober - he
touched my handprint of chaos as he said it, and I knew in my bones that it was a solemn vow, and not a sweet or a kind offering of love at all. Green would make me live if he had to crack the foundations of the world.

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.

That was ... oh, God, Joe. That was ... I honestly didn't know what the fuss was all about. God. We can do that again, right? Please tell me we can do that again!" Joe's lips curved up into a slow smile. "Give me fifteen minutes and a washcloth and we can probably do it again tonight. Good enough for you?" Casey smiled back, unbelievably sexy in the dark of the room. "Yeah, old man - I'll be impressed as hell if that's all it takes. But I wouldn't object." Joe pushed Casey's sweaty hair from his eyes. "I love you, kid. There's not much I wouldn't do to make you happy." Casey's grin turned serious. "I love you too, Joe. You know that, right?" "I do," Joe said softly. "I do. And I believe it with everything, or we wouldn't be here." The grin returned, but it was luminous and brighter this time. "Good.

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.

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

Excellent. We keep your furniture. Whose bed?"
"Yours."
"Why mine?"
"It's bigger, for one."
"And for another?"
"Mine doesn't have the sort of headboard you can tie someone to. I've always sort of wanted to do that."
"Bend over. Now. Take off your pants and bend over. I'll be done in five minutes. No one will ever know.

And his head and shoulders were on the bed next to the boy who had captured his heart like cupped hands would capture a butterfly, and had never, ever clutched him too tight and never let him go.

Now about this turtle.
I think I'm gonna name it Oliver."
"Why's that?"
"Because he's leaving little turtle poop 'Oliver' his terrarium.