L.A. Witt Quotes

He didn't want to leave, and yet his chest hurt because this felt like goodbye. Like a real goodbye. The kind people said when they knew they'd never resurface. The kind that happened in this brutal, unforgiving world where a man, upon realizing there was a price on his head and a red dot on his chest, would often just surrender. Perhaps out of honor, perhaps out of the realization that there was no escape, so why run? Perhaps out of relief, as if this were the closest to suicide their god would allow. Make it quick. Make it count. Ciao. Why the hell did this feel like that? But

They spoke three languages between them, and there weren't enough words to convey what they'd take to the grave, what they'd had a chance to taste before fate inevitably closed in. Dom

Your book does not exist until you've written it.

He didn't need to tell his uncle he'd sworn off clothing forever. There was no way it would be any less painful to dress than it had been to undress, and dressing meant eventually undressing anyway, so he was going to be a nudist for the rest of his life.

Sergei took off his seatbelt and climbed between the seats into the back. "What are you doing?" "Putting myself where I can shoot them. Obviously." "You might want a seatbelt." "Can't shoot with one." "And if I wreck?" "Don't wreck." "Sergei,

I rolled my eyes. "Do all narcotics officers lack basic human
compassion, or were you just not hugged enough as a child?"
Trust Me

We burned the midnight oil making love, even if it was just kissing and touching, for hours. It could be a single candle, Fourth of July fireworks, or anything in between.

They got ninjas working as strippers in this town or something? Well.

If it flies, drives or fornicates, it´s always cheaper to rent it.

I didn't feel guilty about cheating on you back then," he said quietly. "Or all the times I promised not to do it again and talked you into taking me back." He paused, glancing at me.
I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to lash out at him, but I said I'd hear him out, so I kept my mouth shut. Tightly shut.
He cleared his throat. "It was the last time that did my conscience in. Maybe it was some long overdue maturity, maybe it was because it was the longest we'd gone without getting back together after breaking up, but it started eating at me. The longer it went on, the more I missed you, and the more I realized I'd done you horribly wrong from the start." He closed his eyes for a second. His Adam's apple bobbed once and then he went on. "When I realized what I'd lost, I was scared to come back and even try to apologize because I was afraid the one time I really, really meant it - " His voice cracked, and he paused, clearing his throat again before continuing. "I was afraid that would be the one time you'd finally had enough and told me to fuck off for the last time. Which I certainly deserved at that point, I just…" He looked at me. "I didn't think I could face you again because I finally knew just how much I'd hurt you and just how much you had every right to hate me.

The sex was amazing. And the man made me trip over my own feet. And he had a smile like Ctrl+Alt+Delete on my brain.

The world is full of dirty bastards, and I am their king.

Now, they should have been in bed, making out and groping until one of them finally came up for air long enough to put on a condom. But they didn't move. They stood in the middle of the room, skin to skin, arms around each other and kissing like ... like ... Like this. It was as if no one had ever given Dom the memo about the difference between fucking and making love. About how to kiss a one-night stand versus how to kiss a boyfriend. Sergei

He'd never been this close to someone, this wrapped up in something so needy and honest and raw. Death was waiting outside for both of them, but at least they finally got to know what it was like to feel this alive.

He'd never had sex like this before. Usually it was sweat and panting and driving each other insane until they came. And then maybe they'd collapse together if they liked each other well enough, and maybe they'd catch their breath and do it all over again until sleep took over and tomorrow hurt. This ... this was all that and more. Every touch, every kiss, every frantic, trembling movement, added up to something he'd never imagined. This wasn't the cooperative pursuit of pleasure and orgasms. They held each other, clawed at each other, like they thought they might actually start fusing together. Molecule by molecule, cell by cell, not just getting under each other's skin but becoming part of each other. One thing that could only become two again if it was broken.

Dylan looked at me and matter-of-factly said, "My Dad's smart. Boyfriends are way better than girlfriends." I laughed. "Oh really? And why is that?" The kid wrinkled his nose. "Because girls are gross.

We barely touched, I barely breathed, and time barely moved. Even my heartbeat, which thundered in my ears, seemed to slow down until every. Single. Beat had time to echo into silence before the next one took its place.

Tangling up in bed like this, naked and hard with a predator's mouth against his and a killer's hands all over his skin, was deliciously dangerous - if this was what it was like to dance with the devil, then Dom hoped the music never stopped playing. He

If I was going to shoot you, we wouldn't be having this conversation. What's your name?" The Italian lifted his head enough to meet Sergei's gaze. "Who wants to know?" Sergei rolled his eyes. "The guy who's going to decide whether you wake up tomorrow in a hospital, a jail cell, or a morgue." He