"What sort of place lets you drive and vote and fuck before it lets you drink a beer?” ~Mark Cooper"
- Lisa Henry
"Deacon flushed and smiled. "I guess you're right. I just want to feel, like...used. I want you to fuck me like I'm...like I'm--""A cheap whore?" Mark supplied. He was familiar with the feeling."Yes!" ..."
"Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You're not supposed to walk away!"
"And it didn't matter. It wouldn't make a fucking difference if I dropped to the floor and started crying like a baby. No point in panicking. No point in breaking. No point in anything at all."
" 'Maybe you out to go back there.' 'Can't. Gotta stay where... where I know what's w"
" 'You're like starlight,' Cam whispered, and his teeth scraped up my jaw. I shivered. 'I could lose myself in you.' "
"Cam shook his head. 'Do you ever listen to how much crazy shit comes out of your mouth?' 'Nope.' I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled him closer. 'Nobody does. That's why I remain undiagn..."
"I was his heartbeat. I was his fucking universe. Now I was, but soon I wouldn't be. I would miss that, miss being important. I would miss having someone."
"And then it was done. He was there, but he wasn’t. His consciousness, his self-awareness, the part of him that translated to a snarky voice in his head, all still there. All there but so far away. Not..."
"You should see the murderous stares I get on the street. Though I think that has less to do with seeing a man carrying a purse and more to do with paisley. Paisley makes everyone cranky."