“His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.”

You possess other people’s…Bodies.” he accepted that statement with a nod. “do you want to possess my body?” “i want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.

I’m telling you this because i want you to know that i know something about you isn’t right. You haven’t fooled everybody. I’m going to find out what you’re up to. I’m going to expose you.” “looking forward to it.

I personally believe patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.

If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.

Walk out, he repeated. We need to talk. About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body? I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. That might be cute if you thought it was true.

Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.

I learned that i was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.’ -nora (pg 263)

If you need one more reason, i love you.

We don’t have an address,” i said, “but we do know where he works.” “are you thinking what i’m thinking?” vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. “based on past experience, i hope not.

Are we going to have to teach you to fight, angel?

You should go,” i breathed. “you should definitely go.” “go here?” his mouth was on my shoulder. “or here?” it moved up my neck.

Your mom isnt going to let me step foot inside this place. Ive seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.

If you can’t feel then why did you kiss me? Because i can feel it here, in my heart.

This is crazy,” i told patch in an undertone. “i’m crazy.” he was on the brink of smiling again. “about you.

Hang on, did you just call me angel? I asked. If i did? I dont like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.

Right now, holding you, i feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.

In a meat-eating world, wearing leather for shoes and clothes and even handbags, the discussion of fur is childish.

I participated in the transformation of my era. I did it with clothes, which is surely less important than music, architecture, painting but whatever it’s worth I did it.

In that moment I know exactly what I want; I want to peel away all the layers of clothing between us, strip away everything that separates us, the past and the present and the future.

I love to go to the doctor. Where else would a man look at me and say, ‘Take off your clothes’?

The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves. But for those who haven’t had the fortune of finding this happiness, I am there.

I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.

Love is fine for singing about and love songs are good to listen to, sometimes even to dance to. But when we need food for our stomachs and clothes for our backs, love is nothing. Ah my lady, the last man any woman should think of marrying is the man she loves.

For home games, I bring my clothes to the arena. I bring two different outfits that I can pick after the game. Road game, I got to wear what I walk in with.