Being nearly naked around Barrons felt a lot like going to a shark convention lightly basted in blood.
I looked from one to the other, and realized that Barrons and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a man's ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.
There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them.
He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.
Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.
Walk out of this with your parents, the stones, and Darroc dead, Ms. Lane, and Iæll give you the bloody thing.
I was nothing if not determined; at least twice a week I would wear bright, pretty clothes. I was afraid if I didnÆt, IÆd forget who I was. IÆd turn into what I felt like: a grungy, weapon-bearing, pissy, resentful vengeance-hungry bitch.
Christian : You two gonna stand there fucking each other with your eyes all night, or can we get on with it ?
If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.
Pretty girl and all. Asking. Gotta love that. Stuff of heroes. Don't get the role too often.
When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.
But it seems Ive got this set of scales inside me that I never used to have, or at least I wasnt aware of, and I cant shake the feeling that if I dont try to keep them balanced, Ill lose something I wont be able to get back.
I see God in a sunrise, not in repetitious ritual.
What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?
He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.
Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style, park your own car out front.
I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.
We fucked, Ms. Lane. Even cockroaches fuck. They eat each other, too.
If VÆlane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.
Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. ôHell would be waking up and wanting nothing,ö he agrees.
I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me.
Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.
When he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I'd just needed more. He'd touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him.
Could words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person's moral fiber? Weren't we made of sterner stuff?
I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.
When everything else is gone, balls are all any of us really have left. The question is: are yours made of flesh and blood, or steel?
He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born.
My philosophy is pretty simple û any day nobodyÆs trying to kill me is a good day in my book.
IÆve been in your skin,ö he taunted. ôI know you inside and out. ThereÆs nothing there. Do us all a favor and die so we can start working on another plan and quit thinking maybe youÆll grow the fuck up and be capable of something.
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