“Adam: "Perhaps you should get a real job and become a useful member of society."
Gordon: "Perhaps you should shove a pipe up your ass and die of lead poisoning.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“Why do I let you do this to me?" Adam panted against his face, damp and warm, and heartbeat racing in his chest. "How do you ruin me like this?”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“What freaking year were you born in? You can’t be much younger than me. They had all of those shows about Amazon chicks and Greek gods, gladiators. . .”
“You watched shows about Amazons and Greek gods.” It was more of a flat statement than a question.
“Screw you. Them bitches were fierce.”
“You’re a bizarre person.”
“Says the guy in the bodysuit.”
Mr. Greek’s mouth sunk at the sides. “It’s protective armor.”
“Like I fucking said.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“Considering some of the things I’ve done, touching another man’s dick is not exactly going to send me into a moral meltdown.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“Adam: "I guess I struck a nerve."
Gordon: "Suck my cock and choke on it.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“He was making it obvious that something was wrong—that Adam's presence was throwing him off.
"Uh, Marquis. We were going to food." Because that was a verb. "I mean, get food."
"He's gone."
"Yes."
Monosyllables. Monosyllables were good.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“I'm just doing what I have to do. I don't have a choice."
"Yeah, good luck going to bed with a guilt-free conscience with that sorry-ass excuse."
The sour expression evaporated from Mr. Greek's face. His gaze switched back to the computer. "Keep talking and I'll gag you."
"Blow me.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“Okay, dumbass. Perspective time," Gordon muttered as he ripped the greasy bag open. He would force himself to eat. He was not going to become an obsessed basketcase. He wasn't.
"First of all," he said, yanking the utensil drawer open." He is capable of murdering a huge juicer in the middle of the street and then disappearing with the body within seconds."
He removed one of the cartons and shoved his fork into the mound of noodles. "Two, he is probably a sociopath. Three, he thinks I'm a complete ballsack of a moron.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“He'd never been a kidnapping or hostage victim before, so he was a little fuzzy on the etiquette.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“Why couldn't anyone ever take him at face value? He'd come up with a perfectly believable lie and she was still questioning him.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“Gordon didn't respond, not wanting to make promises, not wanting to open himself so entirely when there were still so many things that could be unsaid and hidden. But even as he decided to stay noncommittal, he found himself listing forward. Listing forward and kissing Adam again, because who the fuck was Gordon kidding?
He needed more, too.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“Blahblah new porn series, blahblah hot men, blahblah new hot boytoy from France, blahblah hair products imported from France with the boytoy, blahblah super gay lifestyle.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“What's the haps, Alli? Writing your memoirs?"
"People who write memoirs should die.”
― Santino Hassell, quote from After Midnight
“[From The Jilting of Granny Weatherall]
You waste life when you waste good food.”
― Katherine Anne Porter, quote from The Collected Stories of Katherine Anne Porter
“Once there had been joy, but now there was only sadness, and it was not, he knew, alone the sadness of an empty house; it was the sadness of all else, the sadness of the Earth, the sadness of the failures and the empty triumphs.”
― Clifford D. Simak, quote from City
“I know of nothing in all drama more incomparable from the point of view of art, nothing more suggestive in its subtlety of observation, than Shakespeare's drawing of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. They are Hamlet's college friends. They have been his companions. They bring with them memories of pleasant days together. At the moment when they come across him in the play he is staggering under the weight of a burden intolerable to one of his temperament. The dead have come armed out of the grave to impose on him a mission at once too great and too mean for him. He is a dreamer, and he is called upon to act. He has the nature of the poet, and he is asked to grapple with the common complexity of cause and effect, with life in its practical realisation, of which he knows nothing, not with life in its ideal essence, of which he knows so much. He has no conception of what to do, and his folly is to feign folly. Brutus used madness as a cloak to conceal the sword of his purpose, the dagger of his will, but the Hamlet madness is a mere mask for the hiding of weakness. In the making of fancies and jests he sees a chance of delay. He keeps playing with action as an artist plays with a theory. He makes himself the spy of his proper actions, and listening to his own words knows them to be but 'words, words, words.' Instead of trying to be the hero of his own history, he seeks to be the spectator of his own tragedy. He disbelieves in everything, including himself, and yet his doubt helps him not, as it comes not from scepticism but from a divided will.
Of all this Guildenstern and Rosencrantz realise nothing. They bow and smirk and smile, and what the one says the other echoes with sickliest intonation. When, at last, by means of the play within the play, and the puppets in their dalliance, Hamlet 'catches the conscience' of the King, and drives the wretched man in terror from his throne, Guildenstern and Rosencrantz see no more in his conduct than a rather painful breach of Court etiquette. That is as far as they can attain to in 'the contemplation of the spectacle of life with appropriate emotions.' They are close to his very secret and know nothing of it. Nor would there be any use in telling them. They are the little cups that can hold so much and no more.”
― Oscar Wilde, quote from De Profundis and Other Writings
“I suppose you can’t help who you fancy, can you? And that was the bottom line, I fancied Nick. Fancied him more than I’d fancied anyone in years, and somehow, when someone gives you that tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach, you stop thinking about the rights and wrongs, the shoulds and should nots, and you just go with it.”
― Jane Green, quote from Mr. Maybe
“I don't think he could ever be a serial killer. He's way too shy. That Ted Bundy guy, he was pretty outgoing , from what I heard.”
― Meg Cabot, quote from When Lightning Strikes
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