He wanted it. It had been so long since he’d wanted something to happen, instead of wanting something to not happen. He’d forgotten what it felt like. It was equal parts great and terrible. It burned.
It wasn’t exactly that she wanted to die. She just didn’t want to live with herself.
Mary, please strike me deaf until the state line,’ Declan said, checking his mirrors, changing lanes, driving safely. He felt Matthew was taking all this a bit far. Declan had put his identity crises on hold multiple times for the greater good. Matthew had only been asked to do it once.
There was a strange sort of magic to being a person holding another person after not being held by someone for a long time. There was another strange sort of magic to understanding you’d been using words and silence the wrong way for a long time.
Look like a man who takes his dates to cheesy tourist attractions. Be a man who steals paintings.
A human child believes all things are possible. How wonderful. How terrifying. Slowly, you are taught what you cannot have. What will not be possible. What you do not have to fear. There is no monster in the closet. You cannot fly. How relieving. How disappointing. But this is the world, isn’t it? You believe it. You believe it so thoroughly that even when the box is lifted from around you, you continue to travel in circles no bigger than its walls...
Love was one of this species’ weapons. It had so many hooks: the knowledge it was conditional, the desire to believe it was real.
Adam seemed to only think about the future. He thought about what he wanted to happen days or weeks or years down the road, and then he backfilled actions to make it happen. He was good at depriving himself in the now in order to have something better in the later.
You have to know what you want, or you’ll never get it.
The fairytales we tell ourselves are so comforting in times of darkness.
The two of them were on perpendicular paths, not parallel ones, and eventually, they’d have to go different ways.
Some storms make a lot of noise but move no rooftops.
He always thought he was keeping his secrets by keeping his mouth shut, but he ended up telling them in other ways.
A part of them must be relieved they no longer have front-row seats watching as the world breaks you. It’s hard to die. Harder to watch someone else do it, and make no mistake, that’s what you two were doing before now. Dying in plain sight, inch by inch, dream by dream, drip by drip. You’ve given them the gift of letting them look away, and I’m just warning you they might not like you returning that gift for store credit.
It can be a powerful thing, to know one isn’t alone.
To dream. To dream: urgently, purposefully. To dream with other dreamers.
Whoa, whoa, whoa’ said Hennessy. ‘Pump the brakes, as the Pope would say.
Get in, hurry up, time is a waterfall, and the moment we’re trying to catch is rapidly swimming toward the edge.
They tasted like gasoline, a flavor that struck Ronan as both sexy and summery.
After a moment, he heard the hood groan as Kavinsky leaned over him. Then he felt the ridged callus of a finger drag slowly over the skin on his back. A slow arc between his shoulder blades, drawing the pattern of his tattoo. Then sliding down his spine, tensing every muscle it moved over. The fuse inside him was burning to nothing, nothing at all.