“So, this is what a family is, I thought. Just a houseful of people who've all sucked on your tits.And have also been inside your vagina.”
―
B.B. Easton,
44 Chapters About 4 Men
“I stared straight ahead like a gangsta, never acknowledging the cast of Hannah Montana sitting next to me, and fantasized that they were staring at me out of the corners of their eyes thinking, Who is that woman with The Suit? Is she playing with his hair? Oh my God, she’s such a badass. He looks like some rich business executive, but Rocker Chick has her arm around him like he’s her fucking bitch. I’ll bet she has tattoos. And rides a motorcycle. And keeps a pair of brass knuckles in her vagina.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“Knight would carry my backpack and open my beers and light all my cigarettes, like a gentleman.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“I might be a lot of things, Journal, but a whore is one of them.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“Fuck' em all and survive anyway.” ― B.B. Easton, Fighting for Rain
“mirrors and scales lie. They whisper things to your soul that are untrue—about your beauty, about your worth.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“My eyes shot open in surprise as Ken's strong arms clamped around my waist, as his face-rough, thanks to a dusting of evening stubble-came to rest against my neck, and as my toes dangled at least six inches above the pavement. For possibly the first time in my life, I felt grounded, and my feet weren't even touching the ground.” ― B.B. Easton, Suit
“There is nothing in the entire American Psychological Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual that describes my shit. I have three degrees in psychology, and I still don’t know what’s wrong with me, other than the fact that I’m a bad psychologist, obviously.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“So, this is how it all ends, I thought. Bludgeoned to death by a skinhead’s penis in my ex-boyfriend’s childhood bedroom. And I never even got to meet Billy Idol.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“This woman found me broken and made me whole, and I'm suddenly determined to do the same for her.” ― B.B. Easton, Fighting for Rain
“Headlining also meant a higher caliber of groupie—as in, they had enough self-respect to hide their track marks and cutting scars on the insides of their thighs, like ladies. These bitches were bold, too. Entitled even. Opening act groupies were bottom-feeders. Skittish. Easily scared off by a ninety-five-pound nineteen-year-old with a platinum-blonde pixie haircut and one hell of a stink eye. Headliner groupies, on the other hand, were scrappers. They were working on their retirement plans, goddamn it, and they weren’t going to let a little thing like me (or a condom) get between them and eighteen years of rock star–sized child-support checks.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“You are perfect, Punk. You’re too fucking perfect. You shouldn’t be here with me. You shouldn’t be talking about having kids with me. You should be finding a nice, normal guy who will give you nice, normal kids.” ― B.B. Easton, Skin
“I’ll fight to keep you alive. I’ll fight to keep you safe. But I will never fight to keep you, or anyone, from leaving me.” ― B.B. Easton, Fighting for Rain
“When you fall in love at the end of the world, you live every day like it’s your last.” ― B.B. Easton, Dying for Rain
“You can be bored to tears and happy at the same time, right?” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“Rain presses up onto her toes at the same moment that I dive for her parted lips, and our mouths collide like the train wreck that we are.” ― B.B. Easton, Praying for Rain
“Then, he smiled. And my consciousness came crashing back down to earth, bitch-slapped out of its reverie, by the worst teeth I had ever seen. Fuck, they were bad. You could have parked a double-wide between those discolored front tusks, and the rest of them looked like they were engaged in fisticuffs, scrambling over each other in a desperate attempt to leap from that hellhole—pun fully intended—and finally put an end to their suffering.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“In this marriage, however, I just chalk it up to reason #983 why Ken is an asshole.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“How can you stand it?” he asked, his voice like sandpaper. “How can you stand to be touched after what they did?” The breath I was holding burned in my lungs before I finally whispered, “Not all touches hurt.” ― B.B. Easton, Devil of Dublin
“I stared straight ahead like a gangsta, never acknowledging the cast of Hannah Montana sitting next to me, and fantasized that they were staring at me out of the corners of their eyes thinking, Who is that woman with The Suit? Is she playing with his hair? Oh my God, she’s such a badass. He looks like some rich business executive, but Rocker Chick has her arm around him like he’s her fucking bitch. I’ll bet she has tattoos. And rides a motorcycle. And keeps a pair of brass knuckles in her vagina.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“Knight would carry my backpack and open my beers and light all my cigarettes, like a gentleman.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“I might be a lot of things, Journal, but a whore is one of them.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“Fuck' em all and survive anyway.” ― B.B. Easton, Fighting for Rain
“mirrors and scales lie. They whisper things to your soul that are untrue—about your beauty, about your worth.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“My eyes shot open in surprise as Ken's strong arms clamped around my waist, as his face-rough, thanks to a dusting of evening stubble-came to rest against my neck, and as my toes dangled at least six inches above the pavement. For possibly the first time in my life, I felt grounded, and my feet weren't even touching the ground.” ― B.B. Easton, Suit
“There is nothing in the entire American Psychological Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual that describes my shit. I have three degrees in psychology, and I still don’t know what’s wrong with me, other than the fact that I’m a bad psychologist, obviously.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“So, this is how it all ends, I thought. Bludgeoned to death by a skinhead’s penis in my ex-boyfriend’s childhood bedroom. And I never even got to meet Billy Idol.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“This woman found me broken and made me whole, and I'm suddenly determined to do the same for her.” ― B.B. Easton, Fighting for Rain
“Headlining also meant a higher caliber of groupie—as in, they had enough self-respect to hide their track marks and cutting scars on the insides of their thighs, like ladies. These bitches were bold, too. Entitled even. Opening act groupies were bottom-feeders. Skittish. Easily scared off by a ninety-five-pound nineteen-year-old with a platinum-blonde pixie haircut and one hell of a stink eye. Headliner groupies, on the other hand, were scrappers. They were working on their retirement plans, goddamn it, and they weren’t going to let a little thing like me (or a condom) get between them and eighteen years of rock star–sized child-support checks.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“You are perfect, Punk. You’re too fucking perfect. You shouldn’t be here with me. You shouldn’t be talking about having kids with me. You should be finding a nice, normal guy who will give you nice, normal kids.” ― B.B. Easton, Skin
“I’ll fight to keep you alive. I’ll fight to keep you safe. But I will never fight to keep you, or anyone, from leaving me.” ― B.B. Easton, Fighting for Rain
“When you fall in love at the end of the world, you live every day like it’s your last.” ― B.B. Easton, Dying for Rain
“You can be bored to tears and happy at the same time, right?” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“Rain presses up onto her toes at the same moment that I dive for her parted lips, and our mouths collide like the train wreck that we are.” ― B.B. Easton, Praying for Rain
“Then, he smiled. And my consciousness came crashing back down to earth, bitch-slapped out of its reverie, by the worst teeth I had ever seen. Fuck, they were bad. You could have parked a double-wide between those discolored front tusks, and the rest of them looked like they were engaged in fisticuffs, scrambling over each other in a desperate attempt to leap from that hellhole—pun fully intended—and finally put an end to their suffering.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“In this marriage, however, I just chalk it up to reason #983 why Ken is an asshole.” ― B.B. Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men
“How can you stand it?” he asked, his voice like sandpaper. “How can you stand to be touched after what they did?” The breath I was holding burned in my lungs before I finally whispered, “Not all touches hurt.” ― B.B. Easton, Devil of Dublin
