“I've never had to work so hard for something I never thought I wanted.”
“I race you, Ryles,” he says in a voice that’s implacable and unwavering amidst the swirling chaos.”
“We're not broken baby...we're just bent. And bent's okay. Bent means that we're just figuring things out.”
“Damn. That face is a definite work of art. You need to make sure you frame it between your legs every chance you get.”
“My God. The woman is my fucking kryptonite. How did this happen? How did I let her own me? More importantly and fucking shocking, I want her to own me. Every fucking piece of me. Game over baby. She’s my motherfucking checkered flag.”
“Spiderman. Batman. Superman. Ironman. Spiderman. Batman. Superman. Ironman.”
“Willing's good," he whispers. "Wet's even better.”
“Oh, doll, I just did. Was it you he was fucking on the hood of Sex in the parking garage before dinner? I didn't think so.”
“Sometimes the one that you assumed would be inconsequential, turns out to be the one that makes all the difference.”
“Well it seems you have me by the balls both literally and figuratively, don't you now?”
“She must have a voodoo pussy or something.”
“We’re not broken, baby…we’re just bent. And bent’s okay. Bent means that we’re just figuring things out.”
“He leans his face down, his cheek rubbing against my temple as he emits a sigh that's sounds similar to a muttered oath. And I swear it sounds like he mutters something about voodoo pussy but when I snap my head up to look at him he just shakes his head and smirks.”
“I might not be able to tell you the things you need to hear with the traditional words you need to hear them in, but I swear to God, Rylee, I will try. And if I can't, then I'll show you. I'll show you with everything I have-anything it takes-where your place is in my life”
“Roses are red. Lemons are sour. If you open your legs, I'll be there in an hour.”
“I’ve been able to block things out for so long. Ignore emotions. Ignore everything, but you? You tear down walls I didn’t even know I was building. You make me feel, Rylee.”
“Fight, Colton! For you. For us. For me. You don't get to pull away from me. You don't get to walk away without a second thought. I matter, Colton. I deserve the same more than you do. What we have is not inconsequential.”
“don’t lose yourself trying to hold onto someone who doesn’t care about losing you.”
“Listen. I know he looks like a damn Adonis and probably fucks like a stallion, but, sweetie, if he’s what you want, then it’s time to make him sweat a little.”
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.... but have no doubt it will be my way.”
“It’s not what I think? If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck...” I imply with a shrug “...well then you know what they say.” “Nothing hap―” “Quack!” I shout at him.”
“I want you to watch me while I take you, Rylee. I want you to watch each of us as we crash over that edge. I want you to see why this is enough for me. Why I choose you.”
“Just remember what I always say; don’t lose yourself trying to hold onto someone who doesn’t care about losing you.”
“Don't lose yourself trying to hold onto someone who doesn't care about losing you.”
“I want to watch you while I take you. I want to see those eyes of yours turn hazy with desire.”
“Someone setting parameters for me. Has hell frozen over and no one told me? She had my balls in a fucking vice, and all I could think of was how much I wanted her. In my bed. In my office. At the track. In my life. And not just on her back. She must have a voodoo pussy or something.”
“I might not be able to tell you the things you need to hear with the traditional words you need to hear them in, but I swear to God, Rylee, I will try. And if I can’t, then I’ll show you. I’ll show you with everything I have—anything it takes—where your place is in my life,” he murmurs to me, shattering every last form of protection I have guarding my heart. He just stole it completely.”
“I’m surprised when he grabs his mom in a huge bear hug, rocking her back and forth before kissing her on the cheek, his face lighting up with love for her.”
“You turn the tables on him. You’ve shown him what life’s like when you’re around…now that he’s into you, you need to show him what it’s like when you’re not. Let him know that he’s not your every breath or thought—even if it fucking kills”
“My past still haunts me when I sleep, although I saw that - much to my surprise- his does as well.”
“What good is a book no-one can read, save for the paper?" He was lucky I'd had to let him live. If my glare could have started a fire, he'd have been charred.”
“I don't want anyone else but sometimes, surprisingly, there's someone, not the prettiest or the most available, but you know that in another life it would be her. Or him, don't you find? A small quickening. The room responds slightly to being entered. Like a raised blind. Nothing intended, and a long way from doing anything, but you catch the glint of being someone else's possibility, and it's a sort of politeness to show you haven't missed it, so you push it a little, well within safety, but there's that sense of a promise almost being made in the touching and kissing without which no one can seem to say good morning in this poney business and one more push would do it.
-The Real Thing (London 1982), p.73
Today, I bought a copy of the play at the co-op, I thought I should send it to you- out of a sort of politeness.”
“I damn well know a good thing when I see it and babe all I’ve ever been able to fuckin’ see is you. Not many chances a man has in his lifetime to do right, to earn the love of a good woman, and to get a taste of true freedom. And babe, for me, you’re all fuckin’ three. Have been for a good while now.”
“Tuo tarpu kažkoks vargšas katorgininkėlis nuo Gdansko, pasisukaliojęs prie mūsų, padovanojo mum visiem vieną kiaušinį, - kad vardas tojo lenkelio būtų palaimintas per amžius!
Ir mes dabar, kaip visi gyvieji žmonės, švenčiame velykas! Sėdim po stogu, ant suolo, - ir kiaušinį turime!
Vyriausias iš mūsų tarpo, drebančiom rankom iš susijaudinimo, paėmė tą kiaušinėlį, padalino kiekvienam po plonučiuką gabalėlį, apsiašarodamas palaimino kiekvieną iš mūsų.
Simbolis - simboliu, bet vis dėlto simbolis kartais esti daug galingesnis už pačią pasiučiausią tikrovę!
Tą dieną pietų mes jau nebenorėjome. Buvome sotūs tuo kiaušinio gabalėliu, - ir dar kaip sotūs!
Galimas daiktas, pasotino mus ir tyliai paslapčiomis prarytos ašaros, gal dar ir slapti prisiminimai - Tėvynės, tėvų, brolių, seserų, šeimų, - visa tai labai galimas daiktas, bet istorija apie tai tyli.”
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