T. Torrest Quotes & Sayings

Everything looks bigger on the screen. Except me. I'm just as huge in real life. So's my dick. — T. Torrest

I'd never thought of myself as a strong person; it seemed I constantly let myself get knocked down at every turn. But maybe it was true that strength just came from getting back up again, each and every time. — T. Torrest

Well, you'll always be my...Tulip, dear — T. Torrest

Just one short hour before, I was a woman on the brink of literary success, engaged to a real up-and-comer in the media world, looking toward a fresh new chapter in my life. A few minutes later, and I was unemployed, single, and sitting in a bar in the middle of the afternoon. What a difference a day makes. — T. Torrest

The fact was, all that stuff was back in our past, and we were dealing with a very, very different present. Somewhere in a parallel universe, Trip and I were happy together. Just not in this one. — T. Torrest

I'm not me without you. — T. Torrest

It was excruciating at first, getting over Trip. Not that I ever really did, mind you. But during those first years, I had no other choice but to go on with my life. Because do you ever really get over your first love? Even during your twenties, when you experience that initial taste of being a grown-up ... that teenager still lives inside you. That person you were before the world started telling you how to be, what to say, who you should be with. Before you lost yourself in expectations and plans, and could just be a work-in-progress with only the vaguest results in mind. — T. Torrest

Men love women's bodies, especially when they're naked. We're just so grateful that you're letting us see you without any clothes on that we don't think to analyze all those imperfections you've convinced yourself you have. To us, you're beautiful. And the most attractive thing about a woman is when she knows she's beautiful too. — T. Torrest

But reality had other ideas. — T. Torrest

What's your sign? Because I think we should fuck. — T. Torrest

I want to keep my eye on you. And my hands. I want to keep my hands on you, too. And my mouth. Yeah, that too. — T. Torrest

I'm sorry about ... .ever letting you go. I'm sorry for all the time we wasted. I'm sorry for being here with you right now when we can't do a damned thing about it. — T. Torrest

When do you quit wishing for things to be different? Months? Years? Decades? You think that if a sufficient amount of time goes by, it should be enough to help you stop caring anymore. But it doesn't. Ever. — T. Torrest

Ummmm, Excuse me, Cokey McWhoreslut? — T. Torrest

Oh my God, Chester. You're so cute. And stupid. You're kinda stupid, too. Don't hurt yourself there, big guy. You just sit there and look pretty, okay? — T. Torrest

I've been standing here plotting how to keep you naked twenty-four hours a day."
"Might be kinda hard to go back down to the party. Or the supermarket. Or church."
That made him chuckle. "Oh, it'll be hard alright. In fact ... " he pulled me against his hips again, "I'd say it already is."
"Wow, that was bad."
"I'll show you bad."
"Stop talking, you retard! Just take off your damned pants already."
"I'll show you retard."
"Oh my God."
His hands went to the belt at his waist, and then he slid his zipper down. Slowly. The move would have been sexy as hell if he hadn't thrown out this line along with it: "Want me to dance for you?"
"Oh my God! Just shut up! — T. Torrest

The thing is, though, is that I'm yours. You own me. You always did. This is happening. And we're making it work this time. — T. Torrest

The beautiful man-boy that held my heart in his memories, who claimed my soul with his smile. I knew that if I kept looking in those deadly eyes, I'd sink into their infinite depths, lost forever. And something in my brain, in my heart, allowed that to be okay. — T. Torrest

And when your plans don't work out, when your choices turn out to be all wrong ... You find yourself alone and defeated, not knowing where to turn. — T. Torrest

What do you want to be then ?"
He crooks a finger under my chin,aiming those mysterious slate blue eyes into mine."Unforgettable. — T. Torrest

I'd won our school science fair in the fourth grade, my "Phases of an Egg" presentation eclipsing the dozen or so baking-soda-and-vinegar volcanoes presented by the rest of our class. I'd taken gold in our town's Junior Olympics when I was ten, and got to stand up on the top of a three-tiered pedestal after placing first in the Fifty Yard Dash. One time when I was fourteen, I'd received a Presidential Physical Fitness certificate from Ronald Reagan, when I logged a record-breaking eighty-two situps in the span of a minute. But nothing compared to the sense of accomplishment I felt - no award, no ribbon, no trophy - no achievement lived up to the unfathomable triumph of having won the heart of Terrence C. Wilmington III. — T. Torrest

His voice was soft. "I did, you know. I did love you."
... "I know. You did it well. — T. Torrest

The day after the Tent? Holy Jesus, he used the T word. — T. Torrest

Be happy. Wherever you wind up. And know that I'll be thinking of you, wherever I am. — T. Torrest

It's funny how reassuring that was, to see him doing something so simple and familiar. I mean, I knew this man. I knew him inside and out. I knew his every facial expression, knew what his heartbeat sounded like under my ear. I knew how he played, and I knew how he lounged. Recalling the small pieces of the Trip that I knew brought me a bit of nostalgic comfort while dealing with the body of this famous movie star lying next to me. — T. Torrest

One of these days, I was going to find out what kind of soap he used so I could put it through a cheese grater and snort it like it was coke. Someday, my body would be found in a dirty alley somewhere, OD'd on the stuff. — T. Torrest

God, Lay. Do you know what I would do, if you could give me another chance at this? — T. Torrest

I'm in love with you, Trip. I love you. I always have."
It looked as though he'd been slapped in the face by my words. Pain drifted across his features as he dropped his head and shook it. "I know."
Not the words I was imagining, and the unexpectedness made me laugh.
"You know? Oh my God. Did you just Han Solo me?"
...
"I know you love me. I know, and it's incredible." He looked down at me, his eyes a shifting pool of blue, the corner of his lip quirked into a lopsided smile as he gently swiped my hair behind my ear. He buried his face against my neck, his breath tickling against my skin as he whispered softly, "Because I am completely in love with you right back. — T. Torrest

I kiss him back, thinking of how far we've come, how many years it took us to get here. I've loved him as both a girl and as a woman. I have both a history and a future with this man. This man I will love forever. — T. Torrest

My heart was beating like mad even as I felt it breaking in two. It was too much, not enough, everything I'd ever wanted and nothing I could have. Could a person die from this? — T. Torrest

Give me another chance at this. We're so great together. I want you. I've always wanted you. — T. Torrest

You find the man you know you're supposed to be with, you do whatever you have to do in order to be with him. — T. Torrest

No, probably not. But only because I can't imagine ever wanting to be with anyone else ever again. — T. Torrest

Maybe. Someday. Just not today. — T. Torrest

He looked as pained as I felt at that moment, and I figured we were dancing around something way more dangerous than the roof of my apartment building. If I didn't change the focus, one of us was bound to do something stupid, and soon.
Probably me. — T. Torrest

I carved out little spaces within my heart; little, lovely mausoleums where I could lock each and every one of them inside, keep the memories safe and close to me forever. — T. Torrest

No, Layla. I won't stop." He moved closer, cradling my head to his chest before continuing. "I know you're leaving and I would never try to keep you from going, and I guess I have my own path to follow as well. But don't ever ask me to stop loving you, because I can't. Don't ever think I'll be able to forget you, because I won't. — T. Torrest

Okay so I just caught the look you shot me over your shoulder and you need to know that I can't even breathe right now. — T. Torrest

That teenager still lives inside you. That person you were before the world started telling you how to be, what to say, who you should be with. — T. Torrest

All the season pale in comparison to the excitement and freedom of summer.It's the one time of the year when I can cut loose and feel like a kid again.Before the responsibilities,before the soul crushing pressure of trying to figure out my future.I can forget my crappy job;I can forget about my even crappier love life.
Summer is my superpower. — T. Torrest

Don't say it, Lay. Don't. Because I'm not stopping this. I need to be inside you more than I need to breathe right now. But if we can't do that, if this is all we have ... I'm taking it. I'm taking every last bit of you you're willing to give. — T. Torrest

I could be in love with you — T. Torrest

It should be illegal to look this good in public. He should be confined to a museum and never let out in real life. His looks are distracting. They could cause an accident one day. — T. Torrest

Trip? Could you do me a favor and try not to look so damn pleased with yourself?"
That made him chuckle. "I can't help it. I'm about to bang my old girlfriend in my old room. You know how many times I jerked off right there just thinking about it? And now you're here. And I totally get to nail your ass."
"Yeah, um, you go anywhere near my ass and you'll be whacking off alone again. — T. Torrest

I'm a customer and I ask you where I can find Lethal Weapon. What do you do?" Me: "Call the cops?" Martin — T. Torrest

No, no, no, don't ... Don't ask me to stop, Layla, I can't do it." ... "My God, just ... please." He kissed my neck again. "Please, Layla. — T. Torrest

Are you there, God? It's me, Layla. I know I just jerked off some guy who is not even my boyfriend in the bathroom of this crappy, brown house. But if you could find a way to kill me quickly and painlessly within the next ten seconds, I promise to never touch another penis again. Well, I'll be dead, so, I guess I promise not to whore it up in heaven. Which, of course is where you'll be sending me, right? I mean I'd hate to think you'd deny me an eternity behind your pearly gates just because of one impetuous handjob. Thank you. Sincerely, Layla Warren. Amen. — T. Torrest

People always describe small towns as quaint or cozy or familiar. "You know who your neighbors are," they always seemed to say. But what you won't find depicted in a Norman Rockwell painting is how cruel those same neighbors can be. — T. Torrest

Jeez. There were more misunderstandings between us than in an episode of Three's Company. — T. Torrest

Oh, the drama! Is there anything so powerful as the love of two teenagers being ripped apart? — T. Torrest

My God, every time, it never fails. You happen to me all over again. I never stopped loving you, Lay. You were always with me. Everywhere. — T. Torrest

You're beautiful. The kind of beautiful that doesn't go away. Do you even know how beautiful you are? Christ. Stop looking at me! Killing me. Do you know what that does to me? Seeing you look at me like you're half in love with me? Are you? If I write it does it make it true? So let it be written, so let it be done. — T. Torrest