Quotes of Amy Lane

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“You don't love people at their best, sweetheart. You just love them because you can't help it.” ― Amy Lane, Keeping Promise Rock
“How'd he taste?"Like a five second rule Oreo..." he said thoughtfullyA five second rule Oreo?"A little dirty, but still sweet...” ― Amy Lane, Vulnerable
“I love you. I want to shout it sometimes. I know you worry about our letters and texts getting read--shades of WWII, haunting us still, I guess, and I'm well aware that nothing's safe on the internet. I worry too. You need to know that when I say it, when I ask you to say it, it's because my lungs feel full of dark water, and seeing it or writing it lets me breathe.” ― Amy Lane, Keeping Promise Rock
“People hurt each other all the time just by being. What matters is that when you hurt someone, you do what you can to make it right.” ― Amy Lane, Keeping Promise Rock
“You cannot take a person's humanity and then retain your own” ― Amy Lane, Truth in the Dark
“Okay," Crick said, rolling his eyes. "I give. Which part of my body is more interesting than my ass?"Deacon rewarded his obtuseness with a smack to the head. "Your heart, you fuckin' moron...” ― Amy Lane, Keeping Promise Rock
“I'm still not a god," he said apologetically. Crick stood behind him and pulled his shoulders back against that wide, strong chest. "Better than a god," Crick murmured. "You're the reason to have faith.” ― Amy Lane, Keeping Promise Rock
“....and his head and shoulders were on the bed next to the boy who had captured his heart like cupped hands would capture a butterfly, and had never, ever clutched him too tight and never let him go.” ― Amy Lane, The Locker Room
“I will love you forever,” I murmured, and he stroked the hair off of my forehead.I will hold you to that.” His face was grim and his voice was sober—hetouched my handprint of chaos as he said it, and I knew in my bones that it was a solemn vow, and not a sweet or a kind offering of love at all. Green would make me live if he had to crack the foundations of the world.” ― Amy Lane, Rampant
“Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect in each other's arms.” ― Amy Lane, Truth in the Dark
“...she often had a temper that made a PMS-ing harpy going into nicotine withdrawal look like a chubby fuzzy bunny that burped daisies and shot rainbows out its ass.” ― Amy Lane, Bewitched by Bella's Brother
“God. No wonder it was so easy. He’s been bleeding since he was a baby. He just never told anyone. How do you even know it hurts after all that time?” Because you loved me, and I knew what it meant to feel.” ― Amy Lane, Chase in Shadow
“You’re here!” She repeated, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legsaround his hips. He’d dropped his bags as she’d ran, and now he cupped her bottom in his large hands...His heart gave a giant thump, all the way down from his chest to his stomach,and as she smiled up at him he lowered his head and devoured her mouth,smile and all. Her lips were just as warm, and just as soft as he remembered, and her mouth tasted like peaches and cinnamon and Corinne Carol-Anne and without thought he pushed her back against the hallway wall and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her as though all their time apart would disappear in that frantic mating of tongue and lips and teeth. He wanted to take her into himself, all of her, and keep her warm and safe and happy, just like this moment when sheburst with joy, just to see him.--Wounded(Green and Cory, after being apart)” ― Amy Lane
“...if I was going to play this game and love it, it had to love me back.” ― Amy Lane, The Locker Room
“...every vertebrae on his back was a prayer bead under my hands.” ― Amy Lane, Racing for the Sun
“You’re my friend,” Chris whispered back, and his other hand came up so he could rub Xander’s lower lip with his thumb. “That makes you beautiful.” ― Amy Lane, The Locker Room
“Sometimes the small dreams were all a person needed to live.” ― Amy Lane
“hope could betray you—but if you had no hope, life could actuallysurprise you in the best of ways.” ― Amy Lane, Keeping Promise Rock
“Jeff Beachum, Sergeant of Snark, Wielder of Witticism, Dominator of the Double Entendre, completely ran out of things to say.” ― Amy Lane, Living Promises
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Amy Lane

Amy Lane dodges an EDJ, mothers four children, and writes the occasional book. She, her brood, and her beloved mate, Mack, live in a crumbling mortgage in Citrus Heights, California, which is riddled with spiders, cats, and more than its share of fancy and we…

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