M. Pierce Quotes

Perfect. This place was perfect. I stepped into the chick pen. "Hey guys." I crouched and reached for the chicks. They swarmed away from me, making me laugh. "You little jerks. You're all fat. You're all going to be ugly in about a month, all scrawny and gray. Come here.

You have to be a great liar to write fiction, a real historical revisionist.

And I, a self-saboteur of the first degree, did it anyway.

Also, will you be communicating with me any time soon? I'm aware of my capacity to leave women speechless, but this is somewhat extreme.

I got hung up on diction and syntax; I agonized over every word.

Pen in hand, hand to the page, it's godly.

Hannah. I have you. I'm happier than any man has a right to be.

Too much happiness ... is a dangerous thing.

In you go, little bird. Get on your hands and knees. I'm going to take you from behind.

Matt had his back to the house and his hands braced against a black Lexus. Holy fuck. This was textbook sketchy. Black car, strange man, middle of the night. Maybe I was about to be abducted. Maybe I was about to become one of those news stories that makes people say, I feel bad for the girl, but she was asking for trouble.

I threw All the King's Men across the living room.

I felt such pity for her, and such gratitude, too - because she let me be nobody.

Great. They fucked with my punctuation?" "Pam says you're overly fond of semicolons.

Every small separation echoed a vaster goodbye

Will you do me a favor Matt?" "Anything." "This is easy. Just repeat after me. 'It was nice talking to you Hanna. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.' " I gave her an incredulous look. :Don't give me that look. I'm trying to teach you this mysterious skill, one that you seem to lack. It's called how to say goodbye." I smiled and rubbed the back of my neck. "What are you grinning at?" she said. "I never want to," I said. "What? Never want to what?" "I never want to learn how to say goodbye." I closed Skype and then closed my eyes, laughing into the silence of my apartment.

How could I make anyone understand? He was still with me. He was the negative space.

While Hannah was busy positioning the laptop and shimmying out of her shorts and a thong, I pushed off my boxers and squirted lube into my palm. I glanced at my cock. It stood stiffly from me, nine thick, smooth inches for which I didn't thank God often enough.

Beautiful man. I wish you could see yourself. You look lost.

You're projecting your assholery onto me.

Nothing lasts forever, and nothing ever ends.

I was going to him because I loved him and because love is unstoppable.

I felt a throb between my legs. I glared down at my Cock. Hold your fucking horses, I muttered. God ... fuck was this seriously my life? Stalking a girl I'd met online, parked outside her house at midnight, speaking to my dick?

He told me how it felt. He told me many things. No book can hold them.

That's how it goes, right? You are who people decide you are.

Whatever Matt's problem was, I wanted to wrap my arms around him and snarl at the world until everything left him alone.
Everything but me.

You're the lord of lies.

I wanted it to happen, the deception didn't matter.

She was the making of me.

Fuck now, worry later.

My sleep was full of dreams

A fist plowed into my face. My head belted back. I heard a wheeze and a crunch like the sound of a broken accordion.

Why did every small separation still seem to echo a future goodbye?

I exhaled and closed my eyes. My world slowed.

I let the people get a good look at my face, which is just another mask for the heart.

She yawned in my ear. Oh, that little devil.

Now it was our little joke, signifying nothing.

love, which starts as a feeling, always ends as a choice.

I need to come," he moaned. "Baby I need to come." "Do it," I panted. His simple admission sent me over the edge. My body squeezed and soaked his sex.