Tj Klune Quotes & Sayings

You don't ever doubt me again," he said hoarsely before his mouth grazed my nipples, first the left and then the right. His scruffy beard scraped the skin beneath raw as he went back and forth. "I will fucking kill you if you ever doubt me again!" he snarled.
My eyes rolled back into their sockets at the weight of his words, the desperation in his voice matching the desperation in my movements. I moaned as he bit my nipple harder, almost chewing it between his teeth. I was trapped underneath him, and even though I knew I could push him away, I also knew I wouldn't.
"You answer me when I'm talking to you! " he roared.
"I won't," I breathed, my hands in his short hair. "Oh, God, I won't."
"You won't what! "
"I will never doubt you again!"
"You're damn right you won't. — T.J. Klune

We crashed and collided in ways I didn't think were possible between two people. If I wasn't careful, I was going to be in over my head before I realized what was happening. — T.J. Klune

I struggled not to laugh at the brand-new bottle of lube in his left hand and the unopened box of condoms in his right. He watched me, his expression dark.
"Just buy those?" I asked lightly.
He nodded once.
"Had it all worked out in your mind, did you?"
He nodded again.
"Have you ever fucked a man, Seven?"
He shook his head, his right hand squishing the box of condoms as he tightened his grip.
"And ... this is what you want?" I looked at his face then, watching for any signs of doubt. There were none as he nodded again.
I opened my arms. "Come here," I said softly. — T.J. Klune

I'll wait for you," he said as his hand dropped to his side, as his eyes began to dim. "I think I could wait for you forever. — T.J. Klune

If someone can care about me that deeply, despite all my faults, despite all my refutations, despite all my everythings, then that makes all the storms and all the oceans worth it. — T.J. Klune

Me and Seven, I thought as I arched my back. Me and Seven, that's all there is. That's all there needs to be. He kissed me sweetly as his hips rolled forward, and his breath became fire in my mouth. — T.J. Klune

I'm not jealous," he said jealously. — T.J. Klune

This next is my grandest sorrow, this grief I brought my own to carry, the weight of which threatened to crush all I had.
It's followed, fittingly enough, by him. While I was at my darkest, he came for me. — T.J. Klune

Then it hit me and I grinned at him. "You want to suck my dick!"
His face grew redder. "You don't have to say it like that," he grumbled.
I almost felt contrite. "I'm sorry. How about you want to make love to my member with your oral cavity? Or how about you want to fellate me until I let loose my love juice? Is that better? — T.J. Klune

The world is on fire, I thought wildly. See it burn and oh, my God, it burns for us. — T.J. Klune

Felix's beauty devastates him, annihilates every fiber of his being, and the voices shout in his head, they sing to him until he thinks his head will split. — T.J. Klune

This is your home." He reached up his other hand and gripped my face, pressing down hard against my cheeks.
I nodded.
"Say it!"
"I won't run," I whispered as I watched an angry tear trickling from his eye. I leaned forward and licked it away. — T.J. Klune

I wonder now, with everything said and done, if things would have been different had I remembered what the Tree had told me. Would I have made the same decisions, the same mistakes? Where would I be, had I remembered? Had I listened? I have learned in my short time here on this world that we as humans are all capable of a great many things, our minds able to process so much. Too much, really.
But our greatest curse, our greatest folly, if you will, is our ability of hindsight.
Of regret.
Oh, Seven. How I wish I would have known. — T.J. Klune

It's funny, really: the older you get, the more you know about the world. The synapses in your brain fire at a higher level and quicker function, your knowledge expands. But you lose part of yourself, that part able to imagine great armies that wait for nothing more than your command; the dragon that hides under your bed that only you can see, its long emerald tail flashing in the darkness; the ghost that lives in your attic that only moans at 3:23 in the morning. When you lose that innocence, the world's hues become dark and muted, and you know that dragons aren't real. There is no army. There is no ghost in the attic. But when you're nine? When you're nine, it's all probable, it's all realistic, and even more so, it's all true. — T.J. Klune

You can't just wipe away your history. — T.J. Klune

He stared up at me, and even as the house fell apart around us, even as drops of fire rained down from the sky, his hand raised and brushed a lock of hair out of my face, and I felt his stomach rise as he breathed in deeply.
"You," he whispered. "You're a boy?" His hands cupped my face, and a tear streaked down my cheek onto his fingers.
"I dreamt of you but ... but I never thought ... — T.J. Klune