Amy Lane Quotes & Sayings

Listen to me. I will spill my insides for you once only. We were three - I am the green, the
growing, the day. I loved the moon, the silver night, and he loved the sunshine, fierce and hot, and she
loved me because the sun must love the day. And the sun and I stood in a valley of stone and faced
death, because we wanted to spare the night, who had suffered a thousand deaths already, and we didn't
want him to bleed any more. But he would not allow it. He swooped from the sky and clenched death
in both hands, and we wore his blood like skin. — Amy Lane

So, he, uhm, all ac/ac, or a little ac/dc?" she asked, blushing, and Chase's grin about swallowed his face.
"He claims to be ac/dc," he said, watching her face light up completely. — Amy Lane

Craw didn't just grunt - he made sounds like barnyard animals going to bed at night. The more frustrated and/or inarticulate he felt, the bigger the animal. This particular grunt sounded like a constipated cow. — Amy Lane

Really? Brixton? Where nobody speaks fucking English?" Okay, that wasn't quite fair, and supposedly Brixton was getting "gentrified." "Remember Guns of Brixton, the Clash? — Amy Lane

You got a faggoty boyfriend yet?"
"Got a hope for one."
"Just don't do no ass-fucking while I'm there. — Amy Lane

They became one, and Mackey could breathe. Trav was a part of him, and Mackey had strength. Trav moved, and Mackey's body became light and Trav's body became sound and together they were the thing Mackey worshipped most.
Music. — Amy Lane

It doesn't matter anyway!" Patrick couldn't sit down. He couldn't. "It's not like sex is anything to shout about! It's icky, and the guy never wants to wear a condom, and I have to give a frickin' health and safety lesson every time I give a blow job because they think I'm stupid, and I know you can get shit from giving head, and I'm not putting that thing in my mouth unless I get a written fucking guarantee that it's not going to drop off or explode or give me some life-threatening disease or mutant antibiotic-resistant gonorrhea! — Amy Lane

Whiskey grunted. By his count, he and Patrick had six days to go before he hauled the kid out by his ear on field work and let Fly Bait plan the destruction of all testosterone-based land mammals on general principal. — Amy Lane

Oh, for fuck's sake. The Chevy Matiz - whose idea was it? Four doors, shaped like a shoe, and all the reliability of his grandmother's digestive tract. Whether she'd been constipated or had the runs, it was always ugly, and her mood had been to match. — Amy Lane

No man in the history of ever has turned down a blowjob, he gritted. — Amy Lane

'I don't know why you stuck with me. I just wanted to be worth it, that's all.' — Amy Lane

Hammer", I finished lamely, as he waited patiently for my thoughts to find their voice, "we have got to find better words for the things we have in our hearts."
"Words seem to be weak things," he murmured into my hair, and I could only hope our hearts would prove stronger. — Amy Lane

When I sleep with someone, I need it to mean something. I need to know someone would look me in the eye and be there the next day, and the next week, and the next month. I'm not stupid - I know it doesn't always mean forever, but you have to at least think it could be forever. There's a possibility of forever before you even touch, or you're just touching to hurt yourself. I can't be just a quick fuck in the bathroom. — Amy Lane

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

Maybe that's why his lovers hadn't worked out so far. Maybe before you got someone who would fight to have you, you had to be ready to kill or die for them first. — Amy Lane

It was like when a midde-aged woman, happily married, found out that her favorite movie star was gay. It broke her heart just a litte to know that there wasn't even a chance in fantasyland for the two of them to ever touch. — Amy Lane

What I'm saying," Nate tried once more, "is that there
should always be a world in which you and I meet."
Walter's shrug would have done an old uncle at temple
proud. "We meet, we don't meet - if we don't know each
other, it doesn't make a difference."
But it does. I was missing you before you were born. — Amy Lane

That much sexual tension makes me want to hump a phone pole, and that's just not attractive in a pregnant woman. — Amy Lane

The reason we need words to define our hearts is that our hearts are lonely, vulnerable, bare and beating things, and sometimes, they do not always know truth unless they hear it. — Amy Lane

Don't worry about being good enough, Patrick. Just worry about being happy. Whoever makes you happy, that's who's good enough for you. — Amy Lane

You love him, man," was what Jensen did say. "You love him so much, you're making plans to go to hell for him. — Amy Lane

He journeyed, in this climax, from the boy who was afraid to need, to the man who trusted he could. — Amy Lane

Being loved can do marvelous things for a man. — Amy Lane

I didn't have time to tell Bracken to care for her. I didn't have time to tell Arturo that I knew why he was hard on me, and it was okay. I didn't have time to tell Green that he was the sun and the moon and the stars. The Goddess gave me just enough time to feel her pain, to let her know I loved her. I had just long enough to say goodbye. — Amy Lane

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

One glimpse of that glistening, tan back, those rangy shoulders, the sweat-slicked black hair, and his libido woke up and started to pray to Cialis, goddess of horny middle-aged men. — Amy Lane

If I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful for you. — Amy Lane

Hope could betray you - but if you had no hope, life could actually
surprise you in the best of ways. — Amy Lane

But see? Then you got all human on me the other night, and it's official. I'm there, Henry. I'm ... I'm ready for the Henry lifestyle. And I know you've only gotten your toes wet in Lake Justin right now, but I want you to come in, take a swim, and build your house out here, okay? — Amy Lane

If it feels good, enjoy it. If it doesn't, adjust your position until it does. — Amy Lane

Because right now, leaning against Kenny's counter, he was fully, painfully erect, for maybe the first time in months.

He backed away and tried to think about something else - anything else. Losing his job, his mother's cat, Denise - oh, there you go. Limp as a politician's moral code. — Amy Lane

I will always take you home, he whispered, and Will framed his face with both hands and kissed him again. — Amy Lane

The army don't teach enlisted men how to fly," I said, trying to hold onto my dignity. "We gotta do that for ourselves. — Amy Lane

If you cannot see the fineness in my Hammer, you'd best look at him with better eyes. — Amy Lane

Okay, basics. The three S's: shower, shit, and shave - every man could do that in his sleep. So he did. He managed his complete morning routine in a mental and emotional coma. — Amy Lane

I like knowing that people live good lives. You know dancers - it's all drama and pain and bad relationships and obsession. I like knowing that your life didn't hurt. It makes me happy. — Amy Lane

They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander's sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock. — Amy Lane

I suddenly knew, in a way I'd never had before, what want meant, and why it was dangerous and greedy and huge. — Amy Lane

Wanted you since before I knew you",he said softly. "You think I knit for just anyone? — Amy Lane

Now about this turtle.
I think I'm gonna name it Oliver."
"Why's that?"
"Because he's leaving little turtle poop 'Oliver' his terrarium. — Amy Lane

If you Ever say Anything about fairies knitting for two gay men again, I will fire you, Then I will knit you a noose, do you hear me?
Craw outburst at Jeremy's comment. — Amy Lane

Accept that there were some things you could not change and some things that you should. — Amy Lane

Xander, it's a good thing you weren't some sort of Cossack general, back in the day. You get that tone of voice, that look on your face, and I'm not kidding ... even I would follow you into hell. — Amy Lane

Malcolm chuckled wickedly. "You, my American friend, are like a hidden landmine of sex appeal. I'm going to have to look out for you."
"Too late." Owen raised his face to the unfamiliar smells, breezes, sounds of the city, enjoying them even more now that he knew something of it and it had become personal to him. "I've already exploded. You're caught."
He tilted his head back and laughed, inviting Malcolm to share the joke, but Malcolm was unusually quiet ... — Amy Lane

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

James fought the temptation to repeat "traditional chromosomal energy signature," just because it was such an awesome example of erudition gone weird, and thought hard to answer her question. — Amy Lane

Sometimes the small dreams were all a person needed to live. — Amy Lane

I was asleep for almost ten years. And then this big goober with all these fucking weird animals moved into my house, and I was suddenly awake. — Amy Lane

Where's your goofy little dog?" "You watch Adventure Time?" Finn said, sounding delighted. "That's awesome! — Amy Lane

Some nice lady came over here with food for us all. She claimed to be your mother. I don't believe it
you're an asshole, and she's good people. — Amy Lane

I know. But maybe that's what growing up gets you. You get better. You stop waiting for the bad stuff to happen and maybe enjoy the good, you know? — Amy Lane

You're the fantasy I never knew I had. — Amy Lane

He wasn't sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but it started soft and then went sweet and then went tender and then went tinder, and then went out-of-control blaze. — Amy Lane

'I can get mad all I want, but they don't mean it. They love me. Sometimes, some creatures, when they get cornered, they forget who loves them and think everybody's the enemy. You don't just leave them alone, cold and afraid, because their instinct takes over and it's wrong. You don't if you give a shit, you know?' — Amy Lane

He just cleaned the bathroom."
"So?"
"I've been sending samples into the lab when I got bored. They are as of yet unidentified. It never occurred to me to clean the damned thing."
Whiskey sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know, I know, I know - you don't want to get blood all over it now that it's clean. — Amy Lane

Yes. You couldn't make anyone else happy. He tried to tell himself that, and drink through the buzzing little voice saying that, for a few short weeks, he actually had made someone else happy. And Owen had made him happy too. — Amy Lane

This time, he fumbled for Collin's hand in the elevator. He still felt like a thief, there was no denying it, but sometimes thieves stole things because they needed them to live. — Amy Lane

Trav knew the real boy underneath, and he was three times as beautiful as the image. — Amy Lane

I was terrified of my weakness, of my sharp tongue, of
my every flaw. I was terrified that this moment, my chance to
live in happiness for however short a time we may have had,
would be ruined because I was simply not carved out of the
same wood as happiness, and that my grain was too twisted
to ever take its form. — Amy Lane

Kindness is not weakness, Malcolm. Forgiveness isn't lack of backbone. Forgiveness is the thing that lets human beings not strangle each other after a half an hour's acquaintance. It's not something you in particular should shit on, you know? — Amy Lane

I haven't had a home in so long," he said softly. "I - I want a home with you. I don't want to leave you when you're hurt, or fragile, Patrick. I want to be a guy worth making a home for. — Amy Lane

Green heard her voice, murmuring,
and Adrian's, murmuring back. Something inside of him made an actual
glass-cracking noise - and before he could convince himself that that it was
his imagination, Blissa and three of the other nymphs danced through the
hallway and into the living room.
"We heard that." Blissa said, sweetly.
"Heard what?" He asked, genuinely surprised.
"Heard your heart breaking." Said Grace. — Amy Lane

How're the cats?" he asked, smiling a little. He did miss Angel Marie. Hell, he missed them all.
"Feral," Benny sniffed. "And horny. Every time one of us walks in, they all start humping our shoes."
"They're fixed," Shane mumbled, but the conversation was oddly reassuring. It sounded normal, and like home.
"Tell that to the big fuzzy brown one ... ."
"Orlando Bloom?"
"Yeah, whatever. Last time I was there that damned animal violated my knitting."
Shane lost a battle with a laugh and then whined because it hurt his ribs.
"Violated?"
[ ... ]
"Let's just say that wool is no longer virgin," she quipped dryly, and Shane's chest shook. — Amy Lane

Well, I can no longer hear the silence." But that's okay, because you are mildly amusing and I am enjoying hearing you ramble on like a Led Zeppelin song. "Oh my God!" "What is it this time?" "Your subtext changed!" Jared's smiles were always — Amy Lane

Dawson looked at him, his jaw clenched earnestly, and remembered when he thought Jared was the leader of the two of them. He should have been the leader - he was the older one, the more experienced one. But moment by moment, text by text, touch by touch, it had finally dawned on Dawson that Dawson would survive if their relationship detonated and dissipated in smoke and flames. Jared would be in the heart of the blast. Scientists with microscopes and DNA detectors wouldn't be able to find him again. — Amy Lane

Benji grinned back. "You're being a real asshole today, Mr. Barnes. Well done - you been practicing?" Dad smiled, obviously relaxed. "Yeah, you know, kid, a few minutes a day, you can work that muscle with the best of them. — Amy Lane

He didn't scream hysterically or stand up and kick the headstone or any of that. He put his face on his knees and listened as the wind from the mountains mercilessly leveled everything in its path. He remembered the person who had helped him fly with the wind instead of being beaten down by it, and he cried quietly into his knees, finally knowing how the big of the sky could make a person feel as alone as a heartbeat in space. — Amy Lane

Is it always like this?" Dawson whispered. "This buzz in my stomach and my chest - how happy I am to hold you? Does it always feel like this?" Jared lifted his face in the dark, his lower lip full and swollen from kisses, his eyes shiny. "No," he said soberly. "No. This is special. — Amy Lane

What must it be like to have such faith in the world, in plans, in your own ability to control your fate? It was contagious, that's what it was. I could not help it. I caught his hope like a plague. — Amy Lane

Jeremy laughed. "Well, there was food, a gift, and you spent your time shopping. I'd say it was a date!"
Aiden squinted at Jeremy. "That's all we did last Saturday! he said, a little bit of surprise in his voice. "I thought you weren't gay!"
Jeremy widened his eyes big enough to look shocked. "Well, I didn't know you were!"
"God, what a dumbass!" Aiden shook his head. "Jesus, how can you give advice on two guys dating if you don't even know what two guys do if they're not on a date. — Amy Lane

It's like ... I don't see in color anymore, you know? I look at something and I think I know what it looks like, and then I think about what the world would look like without Deacon, and it goes to black and white. — Amy Lane

I know I get you to myself all the time, but ... but ... ." There was an uneven touch in Quentin's hair, and Quentin almost stopped breathing. "You're the only thing I've wanted. I wanted my degree, but, you know, that came sort of easy. I wanted a business, and we've done that. And the whole time ... hell, even before we had our first class together ... before
our first study group, before we got dorm assignments ... all I wanted
was you. — Amy Lane

Whiskey was still looking some place past Patrick's shoulder, and suddenly his brown eyes met
Patrick's with a sort of inscrutable intensity. Patrick, this isn't over, okay? You and me? You want to
stay here, you want to keep sleeping in my bed, that's fine. I like you there. You're warm and you're kind,
and it's comfortable, having you there. But I'm going to want you, and you're going to want me, and if you
don't want to follow through on that, that's fine too. But you'll need to decide which way you want it, and
you need to make it clear when you make your decision. I'm, like, twelve years older than you, and I don't
sleep around. I'm not going to hit on you just because you're cute and you're here. I need to know it's
something you want, and it's something you need, and you're not just doing it because you think you need
to put out because I'm being human to you. You don't. All you need to do is be human back. — Amy Lane

Anyone who says things like "Happy Ever After" as though that end to a love story is a given, is cooking up a right stinking cauldron of shite and trying to serve it as soup. — Amy Lane

If you're decent to people, you'll usually find out they're decent people, too. — Amy Lane

If you don't want me to buy you silly gifts with great emotional import, don't disappear in the middle of the mall. — Amy Lane

Ari stood up to greet them, and Crawford went back to his grumpy bastard therapy, which some people confused with spinning. — Amy Lane

Jared's lips quirked up. "Are you sure Benji won't greet me in the morning with a shotgun?"
"Not if you make him french toast. He'll totally sell me out for someone who cooks. — Amy Lane

It was ... it was like all the girls I was with. They were fun, and I liked their company, but their touch didn't ... didn't make anything get warm. Didn't make it pop or zing or ache." The hand moved up to Talker's neck, so that his pulse throbbed against Brian's palm. "Didn't make me feel any of the things I feel when you touch me or smile or ... you know, sing in the shower or leave your shoes in the hallway or have conversations with the rat when you think I can't hear you. — Amy Lane

Don't worry, due'ane," He murmured lowly...."Who's Dewey Anne." I asked him, voice gruff. He was so familiar, this Bracken, but so strange, naked next to me. I could touch
him, I realized with wonder. I could run my hands from his flank to his shoulder, and he would welcome the touch because he was mine.
You are." He whispered, and I met his eyes. "It's elfish, the feminine noun
for 'other equal half'. You are my other. My everything."
--Wounded
(Bracken and Cory) — Amy Lane

You wouldn't shut up about how brain-damaged that 'little Rusky diva-bitch' was and how he needed to just 'get over his sorry self and give our poor cop a blow job and live happily ever after' - you remember that? — Amy Lane

Poor Craw?" Ben retorted. "Poor Rory! Craw and Ari curse worse than a trucker shagging a sailor. — Amy Lane

Simple is good," he said. "I've lived through complicated. Complicated hurts. Simple sustains you. Complicated makes you hungry for simple. — Amy Lane

He leaned forward then and put his face in the crook of my neck, so he could smell the warmth rising from it. His nose touched my skin, just enough to make me shiver.
When he spoke again, it was right next to my ear, and his voice was deep, and his breath moved the fine hairs on my ear, starting a vibration deep within my eardrum. "But that smell, right there," He murmured, "That smell is all you. I love that smell too. I want to wear that smell on my skin and roll around in it. I want to live in that smell alone."
Wounded
(Bracken to Cory) — Amy Lane

Oh - and you need to work on making my opinion more important than Josh's, too. I know it's a stretch - he's your most intimate relationship to date, but when you're balls deep in my ass, I'd prefer you not be wondering if it counts as a workout. — Amy Lane

It was nothing at first. Just a bare brush of lips to lips. — Amy Lane

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 - he
touched 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

Funny, how some of the most important people of your life can be dismissed as inconsequential, just because you believe the bullshit they've spent their entire lives selling. — Amy Lane

The world isn't made a better place by the unburdening of a heart. — Amy Lane

I'm starting to think being a grown-up isn't going to school or even paying your own rent. It's learning to fake it when you got no other choice. — Amy Lane

Ah, gods, hope. Our savior and our tormentor, the price and ferry pass for the dreams that carry us to the future. — Amy Lane

He's MINE", I howled. "Mine! And I'm his! You knew this when you slunk into our bed. I told you at the beginning, and I thought you understood, well, you understand now, don't you?"
He had the nerve to extend a placating hand to me, and I wished so violently for a weapon, I were not surprised to hear the clatter of a knife falling out of the cupboard.
I turned my head to the side and spat instead. "I told you 'no', dammit. I told you I'd follow him to the ends of the fucking earth, and I will, and you thought that if you took him, you'd take the way I felt. Well, you can't! Hammer and me - we're twined together, like rose bushes or wrought iron, and you can't untangle us, and if you did, you'd have to break us! Don't you see what you've done? You tried to break Hammer! He's mine! My whole life, the only thing I ever wanted were him, and you tried to break him! And why? So you could have me? You don't care for me! — Amy Lane

He'd always known that shit rolled downhill, but he never knew tears did the same thing. — Amy Lane

We'll fix it in the morning, sweetheart. You can't save the world after 1:00 a.m. Not even you. — Amy Lane

I looked at Adrian's eyes, beautiful, mesmerizing. Not human. I didn't feel
lonely at all. "You'll take me places?" I asked. His answer was important, even
though my decision was already made.
"You can't imagine where we'll go." He said, sincerely. — Amy Lane

I lowered my mouth to his ear and said, I think you're my everything. — Amy Lane

If you thought it was my goddamned fault, couldn't you have called me and told me he was gone? it would have been fucking plus to come to his fucking funeral, you bloodless whore - you ever think of that? — Amy Lane

You didn't know that ... that my whole world stopped when I first saw you smile. — Amy Lane

It was the same smile he used in bed with Crick
the gentle, sweet smile that made him look young and a little vulnerable. Crick turned the picture around, and Benny had written, I asked him to think of you. — Amy Lane

You nervous about doing this on camera?"
Chance tilted his head a little, considering. "Well, yeah, of course. You don't know what you look like when you come - for all I know, I'm hella ugly or something. But at the same time ... " He trailed off and shuddered, and his eyes got half-lidded. One hand went unconsciously to his stomach, then slid up to his nipples, which were still pointy and puckered. "It's sort of cool. It's making my stomach all jumpy, and ... " His other hand slid down under the waistband of his shorts, as he made obvious kneading motions on his groin.
"It's turning you on?"
"Mmmm ... "
"Take the shorts off, Chance, and show us. — Amy Lane