Marshall Thornton Quotes

I suppose if I were looking for love in the eyes of every guy I fucked, I'd have been offended.

To be honest, it would be nice if love, and sex, and duty, and fidelity, all managed to happen at once, but for me they never seemed to line up.

You're an opportunistic little slut, that's what you are."
"That's not fair. I had no idea she'd give me your job."
"Oh, you just fucked her husband for the fun of it?"
"Have you seen his ass?

These days you don't need a country to have a flag, you don't need to win an election to become president, and you don't need an enemy to have a war.

That was a very short conversation in which Tony had managed to lie to me, threaten me, and flirt with me. That took a lot of skill. My guess was they'd be promoting him soon.

Martin's interest in the movie returned. Rydar pumped, Jax squirmed happily, and Martin added another dollop of Vaseline to his palm.

I'm not as Catholic as I used to be. I find that I can't believe in a God who would punish anyone for the way he made them. A God who punishes is something mankind created as a way to hurt and control one another. God isn't like that. God is better than that, better than us.

A virgin priest. His idea of what relationship with a man should be like was probably something out of a Harlequin romance-but with a sex change for the heroine.

How's your love life?" I asked.
"What love life? You keep ruining it."
That was the answer I was hoping for. I even hoped it was true.

People shouldn't die alone."
"Because dying in a crowd is so much fun?

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Or maybe I've just lost the taste for love. Love isn't always a good thing.
Sometimes it makes a mess of people' lives.

My grief had become a thick scab; I picked at it from time to time, but mostly I left it alone. I didn't want to know what was underneath.

His jaw was so tight I thought he'd break a couple of teeth.

Um…you're four blocks away. Why can't you walk?"
"I'm naked." Sometimes the truth was like a band-aid in need
of removal; one had to get it over with as quickly as possible.
"And I'm sitting in a bougainvillea bush."
Jason was silent. Even his silence sounded angry. Praline knew
he should have sent a text.

Grieving is like being set afire. Except when you try to put out the flames they disappear; when you try to salve your wounds you find your skin unblemished. You take a breath, thinking the worst has passed, and then grief bursts into flame anew. It rages, it roars, it smolders, all at its own unfathomable whim. You can't shake it; you have no choice but to burn.

My disappointment was comfortable, like a blanket.

..and whatever you do stay away from cults. There are all sorts of nutty cults out in Lala Land. Crazy people believing in aliens and spaceships."
"Mama, you believe in aliens and spaceships."
"Yes, but I believe in Jesus, too. That makes it different.

Everyone lies. They lie to the people they love; they lie to themselves. Once you admit it, it's not such a hard thing to live with. What is hard to live with is how far people will go to keep their lies alive.

Logically, he understood air travel was completely possible.
Emotionally, he found the idea of an enormous, tremendously heavy metal object filled with people propelling itself through the sky for thousands of miles completely improbable.

I wanted to tell him that secrets are lonely and that I was tired of being lonely, but that sounded pathetic even in my head. Instead, I said, "I did it because I'm an asshole. Is that what you want to hear? That I'm an asshole? Well, I am. Big fucking surprise.

Since I was pretty sure he was just an asshole and not a murdering asshole, I told him to suck my dick.

So, we'll have a safe word, which you can use if it gets too intense," Warren explained."Okay?"
"All right," Praline said sceptically.
"What word do you want to use?"
Praline thought about it. He didn't want to choose anything that could easily be mistaken for "please keep doing that" so he said, "Supercalifragilisiticexpialidocious.

If sexuality was a choice, we'd all have very clear memories of the day we chose.

Some things were meaner if you said them calmly.

Didn't having AIDS mean everyone had to always be nice to you? Except someone like Pastor Randy who actually seemed to hate people with AIDS even more than he hated regular gay people.

I said, you're really old."
"I'm old? Are you trying to be rude?"
Martin wasn't sure because it sounded as though there was a touch of pride in his nephew's voice.
"No, it's just...don't most of gay men die before they're forty?"
"Who told you that?" Martin gulped down the rest of his wine. He should have brought the bottle.

Well, if we're done insulting each other I guess we can leave.

You want to fuck me?" he asked.

"The thought crossed my mind," I replied honestly.

Was that all life really was? A series of betrayals? Was there no way we could avoid damaging each other?

Part of him knew he shouldn't follow the young man. But another part had begun to stir in his pants.

They all think I'm a queer now."
"I can't say I disagree with them."
"I'm not. I'm not queer."
I shrugged. "Okay, I believe you. But you might want to tell that to your cock.

Don't call me Daddy unless you mean it."
"How do you know I don't mean it?"
"Because your clothes are on and your ass isn't in the air.

Immediately, Carter remembered one of the statistics they'd quoted at The Renewal Center. "The average homosexual male has five hundred sexual partners a year." He was sure that's what they'd said. It did seem like an awful lot, even to Carter who was almost always horny. It was 1.369 sexual encounters a day, which sounded like a lot of work just to be average.

Don't worry, I'll calm down by tonight when we go out. Provided you keep your clothes on all day and manage not to commit any felonies."
Praline mumbled a promise to do his best, though even he worried that it might not be possible.

So help me, Mac, if you manage to kill me I will ruin your eternity. You will be the most miserable man to live forever.

a man who whipped out a double-headed dildo on a first date was probably not the romantic type.

Have you learned nothing from me? There are other things to do with a man besides marry him."
He sighed heavily.
"Sometimes I think deep down inside you're a lesbian.

Martin hesitated. This was a definite yes and no answer. Yes, gay guys picked up strangers on the street, for that matter sometimes so did lesbians. And certainly straight people did whether they'd admit it or not. Of course, straight people were encouraged not to pick up people on the street, while gays and lesbians were encouraged not to exist at all. But none of that was the point.

I liked him I just didn't like complicated. And what could be more complicated that a priest?

I once worked with the nicest young hairdresser and one afternoon when we had nothing to do he explained how to give a blowjob from a man's perspective, and I tell you it changed everything. After that, every man I went with called me 'a goddess', 'a revelation sent from God' and 'an oral-copulating genius'".

Do you think I'm lying to you?" I asked.
"No, I think you're lying to you. I'm just in the way.

Stop being sexy. We're in public.

You don't really want to see the movie, do you?"
"I was enjoying it."
"You weren't paying any attention."
"That doesn't meant I wasn't enjoying myself. It's a comedy, right?"
"Sort of," he said. "The daughter gets cancer and dies.

Nice people always make me want to do bad things.

You don't know what you're missing."
I was thirty-four years old. I had a pretty good idea what I was missing.

I feel tricked. I've literally come back from the dead for you and you're not interested.

Busy? It's the middle of the night what could you be-" she gasped.
"Are you having sex? Don't tell me. I'm a good Christian woman and I don't want to know about such things. All right, tell me a little bit, but don't be graphic unless absolutely necessary.

We went to bed at a normal time, and then I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of him fucking some guy!"

"Are you sure you're related? Can we get a DNA test?

She looked like a real woman in a city of mannequins.

It's just sex. It's like a handshake, only friendlier." (Gary)

He hadn't even met me and he didn't like me. I felt a sense of accomplishment.

Kindness is the only real bravery.

He doesn't think you're going to be faithful, does he? Not while he fucks his wife every weekend."
"He doesn't fuck her."
"Where did the children come from?

Before VCRs, people used to decorate the tops of their TVs with family photos.

Yes, the show must go on, but it's also important to survive until the curtain calls.

That was the problem with most relationships, when they began you never know what they'd cost you.

If you keep offering to have sex with me, I'm going to think you like me.

People do terrible things. You should never blame ideas.

If you look out for the sunny side of the street, the sunny side of the street will look out for you.

You live your life like it's some kind of nuclear fallout shelter. The walls are three feet thick, you have enough food to last through nuclear winter and you're the only one in there.

Obviously the best way to attract someone is to pretend to be someone you're not.

I hate it when you talk to God. He always agrees with you.

Detective work is ninety-nine percent boring and one percent the kind of excitement no one should ever experience.

You know, I've always thought that we don't have enough words for love. Or maybe it's that we don't use the words we have. For instance, infatuation. No one ever says, 'I'm so infatuated.' Which, if you think about it is the first stage of a relationship. Infatuation.

After a guy's given you two orgasms, it's hard to convincingly say there's no spark.

That was the problem with good friends. Eventually they knew enough about you to say terrible things for your own good.

My heart beat fast, and I had a little trouble breathing. It felt like lust, but then again it might have been fear.

Well Okay" Carter said "so the the average homosexual has five hundred sex partners a year, but I've been here almost a week and you don't have sex with anybody. Is there something wrong with you?

Off the top of my head, I couldn't think of any churches that equated sucking cock with being Christ-like.

I have to say,comparatively my life was dull - I'd never fallen in love with my own rapist or been kidnapped and held captive on a tropical island. Of course, there's always tomorrow.

In his sixties and partially deaf, Jimmy came from some vague Middle East country. Periodically, during the Iraq war, he had gone door to door in the building explaining that he was not a Muslim, which convinced everyone in the building he was.

He wore his hair in a way that suggested he'd just rolled out of bed after thrashing all night. In an earlier decade, your friends would have told you,"Man, your hair's a mess. Go fix it."
Now they say,"Whoa, dude, cool do.

He's in the mafia, you know."

Jan frowned. "Not everyone who's Italian is in the mafia."

"That may be true in Italy-but here there are hardly enough Italians to run a mafia. They have to belong.

I stacked my plate with two blueberry muffins, three scoops of scrambled eggs, a half a pound of bacon, grits, sausage gravy, two waffles with a pint of syrup - and a side dish of fruit, because I like to eat healthy.

I guess you don't get turned down often."
"I don't get turned down ever."
"Then this is good for you. Builds character.

I found an online knife store. I'd rather go and pick one up so that I had it today, but then I noticed they had a category called. California Legal. Apparently, I lived in a state that had really solid knife control-but still allowed you to own a machine gun. Logical.

The kid was cramping Martin's style. Martin's style was drama-free, peace, and quiet. It did not include slamming doors, difficult personal questions, or conversations with teenagers about sex.

I fell in love. Why can't I fall out of it?" He got a look on his face, which I knew meant he was making a mental note of that line too.

Suicide is a symptom of depression. That struck me as odd. I think of a sore throat as a symptom, or a headache, but death? Death as a symptom is too final. You're obviously not going to recover - the symptom is bigger than the disease.

I may not be six four but I can certainly act six four.

You maintain a really wide stance. Standing, sitting. It's like you think your dick is enormous. I mean, your dick is nice. I like it. I like it a lot. It just doesn't need the kind of clearance you're giving it.

I would never spend the night with someone else. Sleeping with someone suggested a kind of intimacy that having sex with them did not. Sleeping with someone meant you knew their name and wanted to be close to them; neither of which was necessary for sex.

So are you doing anything for your anniversary? I mean other than sitting around your backyard with a bottle of wine moping over lost love."

Since those were pretty much my plans, I said,"No. I'm going to hire a masseur, like you suggested."
After that, there was no turning back.

Detective Tripp probably thought I was a complete ass who did nothing but follow his dick around, and while lately that seemed to be at least a little true, I didn't want him to think so.

Having sex with friends seems like a very good idea until suddenly it doesn't.

The overnight bag was a little presumptuous. I mean, I was pretty sure that we'd be having sex, and I'm sure he was, too. But staying over.
Well, that was a little intimate, wasn't it?

Celebrity spouse was exactly the arena he could excel in; it required good looks, red-carpet skills and unwavering enthusiasm(both public and private). He was totally qualified.

Hanson looked at me like I'd just claimed I could make a nuclear bomb out of laundry detergent, string, and a can of baked beans.

Not-Dave G. gave Praline a long stare, the kind of stare that telegraphed not just lust, but three or four possible sex acts.

These days Martin came across an increasing number of guys he wouldn't kick out of bed. As the years passed, out of necessity, his standards gradually lowered.

After we ordered dessert, Skye seemed to remember that conversation required a give and take, looked at me and said, "So...you're an accountant. Sounds painfully boring."
I wanted to say, "not as painfully boring as this conversation", but decided to take the high road.

This was excitement, and desire, and pleasure. Nothing mattered while you were with a man. Nothing but the man, or men in this case.
This was freedom. This was forgetting.

No one ever could, until they did. We all woke up each morning, unprepared, unable, the world against us. And then we did; moment by moment, we did. And when the heart of someone we loved was on the line, there was never a question. We did. No matter what.

As a film was little more than a ninety-six minute search for a condom, I had to wonder why anyone thought it wise to spend almost eighty million dollars producing it.

In fact, if more people had group sex the world would be a better place. Maybe there'd be less war and stuff. Okay, I knew I was high when that thought popped into my head.

Actually having sex with a screenwriter typically led to a blockbuster.

It was a bit dramatic. Even for me.

I wasn't exactly sure that getting someone a job as a porn star was completely altruistic. But maybe I was being judgemental.

One of the best ways to get promoted, besides sleeping with the right people, is to fail spectacularly.

Ants are busy. They have too much to do to feel bad.