People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.
I’ve spent enough time behind a bar that I’ve formed a few opinions about what people wear and what it says about them. Guys who wear black from head to toe fall into two categories: they want to be trouble, or they are trouble.
My breathing was shallow and my hands were fists. ‘Oh, yes, I’m going to have to kill you Barrons.’ I said coolly, Partly because, for the most miniscule sliver of an instant, while looking at those handcuffs, I’d imagined myself climbing back into bed and pretending I wasn’t cured yet.
Life is not black and white. The closes we ever get to either of those colors is wearing them.
Grief shared was grief lessened.
Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It’s hard enough to communicate when you’re telling the truth.
I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I’m on isn’t working.
But he didn’t need to seek visual confirmation of what he’d just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn’t blame her. He’d not have let her die, either. He’d have moved mountains. He’d have battled God or Devil for his wife’s life. She’d betrayed him. He smiled faintly.
That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed – he got a hard-on.
Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?
He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I’m-pure-trouble-and-you’re-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.
Abruptly, she knew that after this night she was never going to be the same again. Nothing was ever going to be the same. Oh, yes, the man could define himself as the dawning of an epoch if he wanted to. There was, quite simply, before Adam and after Adam.
Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?
Every time I think I’m getting wiser, more in control of my actions, I go slamming into a situation that makes me excruciatingly aware that all I’ve succeeded in doing is swapping one set of delusions for a more elaborate, attractive set of delusions.
When did having a life become an event you had to schedule?
A wing or a thigh? Ah, I’m afraid we don’t have any thighs left.
For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.
Barrons, Jericho: I haven’t the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that’s something.
Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes I’m a little off the beaten track.
What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?