T.M. Frazier Quotes & Sayings

In all the time I'd been living on the streets, I've had some close calls, some serious gut check moments. I've seen things that have made my skin crawl and my heart race. I was very familiar with feeling afraid. Fear had nothing on King. — T.M. Frazier

Tattoos. Anyone who doesn't like my art can kick rocks. — T.M. Frazier

I finally realized that it's possible to love within a space that sometimes holds nothing but emptiness.. or nothing but darkness.
After all, we all have darkness within us.
Some of us more than others. — T.M. Frazier

I once wondered if two broken souls could heal one another, I hoped the answer was yes. — T.M. Frazier

They call me, King. — T.M. Frazier

Because you are the light in all of my dark," I said, reciting a line from the letter he'd written me. Preppy — T.M. Frazier

Why do you want to touch me? I'm nothing. I'm no one. — T.M. Frazier

I'll always be here. You can't make me leave if you got the priest from the exorcist to come remove me. Cause I'm on step above demon ... I'm Preppy. — T.M. Frazier

He was so far inside of me, body, heart, and soul, that I was almost afraid of how deep our connection was. It was about more than sex. It was about us, and we were a lot like our sex in a way. It hurt. It felt amazing.
I never wanted it to end. — T.M. Frazier

For the first time in a long time a bit of something I was unfamiliar with crept up inside me.
If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought it was hope. — T.M. Frazier

When you're at war with the devil sometimes you gotta dial up a demon, — T.M. Frazier

I've been a ruined man for a long time. I can't ruin you too. — T.M. Frazier

I'd never seen anything like the girl in my arms.
Beautiful. Strong. Fierce and Fiery.
A force greater than any storm and twice as destructive. — T.M. Frazier

I've been in a maximum security prison. I've been around the worst of the worst. I've had to sleep with one eye open, thinking my next breath could be my last." "Why are you telling me all this?" He turned toward me and our eyes locked. He reached out and ran the back of his pointer finger along my cheek. "Because I want you to know that none of those motherfuckers ever scared me as much as you do. — T.M. Frazier

In some ways, she was naive. Innocent even. In other ways, she was the devil himself. — T.M. Frazier

Stop being alive, and start living. — T.M. Frazier

About as useless as a monk with a ten-inch cock. — T.M. Frazier

I found myself again in the most unlikely place. I'd found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was. Or maybe, we didn't find each other at all. Maybe, we just decided to be lost together. — T.M. Frazier

In this world, there is very little I believe in, Pup. But I believe we belong together."
"You don't believe in God?" I asked.
"No, Pup. The only thing I have faith in, is you. — T.M. Frazier

He thrust into me as if he were trying to climb into my soul. — T.M. Frazier

I will always find my way back you, baby. Always. — T.M. Frazier

You will probably be eaten by either wild boar, coyotes, or at the very least these fucking annoying pterodactyl mosquitoes. — T.M. Frazier

Don't get all fucking butt hurt about it, Bear. King doesn't even trust me around her, and I only wanted to take her out on a date, and maybe put the tip in a little, but noooooo. — T.M. Frazier

You came into my life when I had nothing left" ... "You've been everything to me." I leaned forward and planted a small soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, his lips parted and his gaze dropped to my lips as I pulled back. "You just have to remember how to be something to yourself."
"I can't," Bear said, so quietly I wasn't sure if he really spoke. "I can't," he repeated. His shoulders fell and his gaze dropped to the floor of the boat.
"Why? Tell me why?" I demanded, standing up off my seat. Bear was now eye level with my chest. "I'm ... lost," he admitted, and my heart sank.
"Then I will help you find your way, — T.M. Frazier

This is where I buried my first body. — T.M. Frazier

I don't think anyone's had the stranger danger talk with him. Because rule number one is that you don't jump into strange unmarked vans with the bad guys, — T.M. Frazier

like they were about to enjoy a meal together. — T.M. Frazier

Taming Preppy would be like trying to put a leash on the wind. However, — T.M. Frazier

I would have given anything in the world for that smile and that breath, to have not been his very last. — T.M. Frazier

I don't give two fucks what happens to me. I don't even know who I am to care about so how the fuck am I supposed to take care of you?"
"Samuel Clearwater, I might have needed you to take care of me once and you did. You saved my life. But I'm not that girl anymore. I can take care of myself. I can save myself if I need saving and if you need me to then I can save you too. — T.M. Frazier

If I had to choose a moment in time when I knew my life would be different going forward - when I knew I would be different - this would be it. — T.M. Frazier

I'm afraid I'm going to look at your perfect face, and you're finally going to see me as the monster I am. — T.M. Frazier

Wanna fuck you and smack the living shit out of you all at the same time. Don't know what this is, but it makes me want to keep you filled with my cock all day long and dripping with my cum. I want to mark you. I want to fucking own you. — T.M. Frazier

Don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it all over again. — T.M. Frazier

A revenge kill is the best kind of kill.
But a revenge kill for your family, with your woman's permission?
That's borderline erotic. — T.M. Frazier

Have you even thought that who you are now is exactly the person you're supposed to be? That maybe with the slate wiped clean of bullshit outside influences that you are now more yourself than ever before? — T.M. Frazier

Love. It was the only kind of torture I wasn't familiar with. — T.M. Frazier

A family by choice, not chance. A choice to love, and to be loved in return. A choice to take care of and enjoy one another, not to put up with or to suffer through one another. — T.M. Frazier

It may never get easier, but it's a good reminder of why you are here and why you can never go back. — T.M. Frazier

if you motherfuckers must know, I was looking up porn," Preppy said with a shrug of his shoulders. There was a rustling in the brush up ahead. A huge brown hog with wiry hair and a broken tusk darted out from its hiding place and into the clearing, making a run for his life through the trees. Preppy lifted his gun and pulled the trigger. He missed the fast moving pig and the bullet blew a huge hole into a tree stump. "But you'd be surprised how one little misspelling of the word BEASTIALITY can change the entire fucking nature of a search. — T.M. Frazier

Cunt doesn't mean beautiful girl? — T.M. Frazier

No, I'm not happy. I'm far from fucking happy. I've been far from fucking happy since I got out of prison. If I think back, I wasn't exactly happy before prison either, and it's your fucking fault!"
"How the fuck is that my fault?" Now, he'd gone too far, blaming me for his life years before I was even in it.
"Because you are the one who made me realize I was fucking unhappy. Because with you, I think I can actually BE happy! — T.M. Frazier

We're not just going to have a life, remember? We're going to live. — T.M. Frazier

I fell asleep that night in the arms of a killer. I'd never slept better. — T.M. Frazier

My brain wanted to scream at him, punch him, but when his tongue ran along the seam of my mouth seeking entrance my traitorous lips opened for him, groaning when his tongue found mine, pressing myself up against his dirty body. He cupped his hands around my face and kissed me like he was screaming at me, punishing me for disobeying him, for being in his life, for not being in his life. I took his punishment and gave it back to him, telling him all the things with our kiss that I didn't understand myself. — T.M. Frazier

Owen released me instantly, and I instinctively ran to Jake. He took my hand and pulled me behind him. Protected by a wall of Jake. — T.M. Frazier

Don't make me junk punch you Captain Obvious. — T.M. Frazier

The first stirring of any kind of desire in over a year comes courtesy of the devil in a bow tie.
Man, I was really fucked up. — T.M. Frazier

The second I spotted him in the crows I knew this wasn't going to be some sort of warm and fuzzy reunion. No, it was a fucking relapse. — T.M. Frazier

Until you, I felt like nothing. I was nothing. You gave me everything and I plan to do the same for you. You're too good for me, but I plan to make that up to you with how good I'm going to be for you. With you. Because of you. — T.M. Frazier

Even though life hands you a big pile of shit, you don't have to roll around in it and make shit angels. — T.M. Frazier

Things doesn't always start out the way we want them to. It's how they end that's important. — T.M. Frazier

Love isn't about wanting a hero, it's about wanting to be one for the other person. — T.M. Frazier

I would kill for you, Bee. Happily." He ran his fingers down my cheek. "I need you to know that. — T.M. Frazier

We deserved our chance at life. At love. At figuring out what any of this meant. It was far from a romance. But it was still a love story. And it was ours. I was going to stop at nothing until we had our happy ending. — T.M. Frazier

You know what's worse than being a sick son-of-a-bitch? Knowing you're a sick son-of-a-bitch. — T.M. Frazier

I never knew true fear until I met pure evil. He wore a smile and a bow tie. — T.M. Frazier

The funny thing about life is that even though something entirely earth-shattering rocks you to your core, something that shakes you off your axis, the world around you somehow doesn't feel the impact. — T.M. Frazier

I was lost in the moment. I was lost in Bear. I knew right then and there that there would be no coming back from it. — T.M. Frazier

You'll find out that I'm a lot of things, but I'm no fucking rapist. Before I fuck you - and I will fuck you, pup - you'll be begging me for it, he whispered against my neck. — T.M. Frazier

We were just us, broken and bruised, fucked-up and messy, and together we were everything we never thought we could be. — T.M. Frazier

What the fuck is wrong with Westerns? Westerns are the shit." "Oh yeah, tell me, why are westerns THE SHIT?" Ti said, air quoting around THE SHIT. "Because back in the old west, the men were real men. They took charge of the situation. They handled their business by earning respect and gunning down anyone who stood in their way. Cowboys were the first guys to have the balls to be lawless and say fuck-all to society. — T.M. Frazier

It wasn't romantic. It wasn't flowery. But it also wasn't lies. It was just us. — T.M. Frazier

I think you are the most stubborn, overbearing, anger inducing, obnoxious, complicated, and beautiful man that has ever lived."
"I think you are beautiful, too," King breathed. — T.M. Frazier

You killed him."
I held up my index finger and my thumb, slowly closing the gap between them, peering over at Dre through the tiny slit that remained. "Little bit."
"I don't think you can kill someone a little bit."
"Oh, well then, a lot bit. I killed him a lot bit. — T.M. Frazier

There we stood, in the middle of the living room, hugging it out, each trying to hold back our tears until our need to cry outweighed our need to be the manly fucking men we were and we were no longer able to hold in the tears.
"I'm not fucking crying," Bear sobbed.
"Me either, you fucking pussy," I sobbed back as my old friend held me tighter and we hugged and punched each other hard on the backs until I was sure we were going to give each other bruises, and if it went on much longer, probably some broken ribs. When he finally let go of me we quickly wiped our eyes and noses on our t-shirts, because real men don't fucking cry. — T.M. Frazier

We may not have been perfect, or even acceptable by anyone else's standards. But together, we were perfect.
Together, we were just us.
Battered and broken. Dark and difficult. Impulsive and scared. — T.M. Frazier

Like something happened to Preppy. That wasn't your fault, dick slick. It was mine. I literally couldn't dodge that bullet. See what I did there? Oh my shit I'm hilarious. — T.M. Frazier

This place was as confusing as King. Hard edges, unfinished and unrefined, yet mysterious and beautiful in it's own way. — T.M. Frazier

Baby, I'm sorry," he said dropping his forehead to mine in a rare moment of vulnerability. His voice was rough and shaky. "Help me. Please. I don't know what I'm doing here."
"What are you trying to do?" I asked.
He raised up, just enough to look me in the eye. "I'm trying to love you. — T.M. Frazier

He looked tired. And not the kind of tired you feel after a long day, but the kind of tired that lingers no matter how much sleep you get or how much coffee you ingest. The kind of tired that is less about rest and more about unrest. I — T.M. Frazier

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing with you, pup." King confessed. "You make me fucking crazy and I feel shit that I can't--" He paused. "Prison fucked me up, made me rethink things, but you're managed to fuck me up more than prison ever did. For some reason, I want you around. — T.M. Frazier

I wasn't about to wear white and pretend to be an angel when I'd lived and fallen in love with the devil. — T.M. Frazier

I've done it all and you look at me like I'm somehow a good person and it makes me want to tear my fucking hair out because it's all a lie. The truth is that I'm not the good guy. I'm the fucking bad guy, — T.M. Frazier

Love is what you would do for the other person, not what you do in general. — T.M. Frazier

Because when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner. — T.M. Frazier

We're not given forever. We're given just a finite amount of time on this earth. It's up to us to decide how we are going to spend that time, and who we are going to spend it with. — T.M. Frazier

I like the way you make the silence bearable. — T.M. Frazier

He'd said he couldn't keep me. That didn't mean I wouldn't always be his . — T.M. Frazier

Two brothers who were also about to learn the hard way that just because I wasn't wearing my cut didn't mean that I was weak. Or that I forgot how to pull a motherfucking trigger. — T.M. Frazier

Home is where you feel the most like yourself. Home is the thing that makes you happiest during this very short life.
The person who makes you happiest.
I'd never known what a real home was, and now that I'd found it, I was never letting it go. — T.M. Frazier

I may be a lot of things, Doc. A criminal. Sure. A very good dresser. Absolutely. A man with a huge cock. Fuck, yes." His face grew serious. "But I'm no fucking liar. — T.M. Frazier

King filled me so completely. Not just my body. My heart. My soul. My life. I didn't give a shit if I ever got my memory back. Because with King, I knew exactly who I was. I was his. — T.M. Frazier

My chest rising and falling with
my impatience. I was going to be the first person in history to ever die from lust. Female blue balls. — T.M. Frazier

They call the figure that takes our loved ones from this world the angel of death, when really he's just a corrupt errand boy who hides deep within his hood when he comes to take souls to the other side. — T.M. Frazier

They make you powerful. Each line is a road traveled, an experience you had, whether it was good or bad. Each mark is proof of pain in the past, not the present. You are a survivor, you are a warrior. — T.M. Frazier

I wanted to see her sad. Taste her tears. I wanted to know what she sounded like when she cried. In pain, in pleasure, in both. — T.M. Frazier

I need to know if you would like it if I put him to ground for you. — T.M. Frazier

We were two tortured souls. Both in more ways than one person should ever have to experience.
But we found each other. — T.M. Frazier

She didn't show me that I was capable of love. She was the one who made me capable of love. — T.M. Frazier

Yeah, man. That's fucking amazing. Yes, that. I'll help you. We can do it together. You run the shit. I'll help you run the shit. Then, we'll buy a big 'ole Star Wars stilt home and live there, and no one will be able tell us what to fucking do ever again! — T.M. Frazier

We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others. — T.M. Frazier

Fuck anyone who thinks anything on someone like you could ever be anything beautiful. You should be proud of them, baby."
"Proud?"
"Yes, proud. They make you powerful. Each line is a road travelled, an experience you had, whether it was good or bad. Each mark is proof of pain in the past, not the present. You are a survivor, you are a warrior. These are the scalps hanging from your fucking belt. You took the beatings and here you are, in front of me. You are fucking amazing. — T.M. Frazier

Hope had been stripped from me at every minute of every hour of every day for my entire life. — T.M. Frazier

Suffer from the same condition Pup does." "And what's that?" Bear asked, following me out and leaning up sideways against the railing. "We both forgot who the fuck we were." Bear dialed a few numbers; I could hear the ringing through the speaker as he held it up to his ear. "You remembering now?" "Yeah, I'm remembering now." "And who exactly are you?" Bear asked. "I'm the fucking bad guy. — T.M. Frazier

We can talk later. Do I need to bend you over and fuck you like an animal to remind you whose pussy this is? — T.M. Frazier

Because pancakes." **** — T.M. Frazier

Bear was as beautiful as he was hard. He was as complex as he was simple. He was both the storm and the calm. The fear and the solace. The rage and the peace.
My life and my love. — T.M. Frazier

I was ready to finally acknowledge my complete lack of control over this larger than life connection we shared. I wasn't giving in to him. It was a fight I couldn't win.
It was a fight I didn't even want to fight. — T.M. Frazier

There is one more thing I need you to know." His lips hovered just above mine. "You need to know that I don't give a fuck if your memory returns while I'm gone, cause it doesn't change shit for us. But from this point out there is only one thing I need you to remember." "What's that?" "This." King gripped the back of my neck and pulled me into him, crashing his lips to mine in a kiss that had me trembling with both desire and fear. — T.M. Frazier