“Trust = telling someone about the things that make you sleepless.”
― Hillary Frank, quote from I Can't Tell You
“Writing feels safer somehow. I can catch myself before I say the wrong thing.”
― Hillary Frank, quote from I Can't Tell You
“Have you ever gotten so sad that it actually feels GOOD to do something you know will make you even sadder?”
― Hillary Frank, quote from I Can't Tell You
“Under a sky that hasn't been blue for weeks.”
― Hillary Frank, quote from I Can't Tell You
“Trust = telling someone about the things that make you sleepless. Or trying to, at least. Wanting to.”
― Hillary Frank, quote from I Can't Tell You
“I think you should really really be sure you love someone + that they love you back before you get into a relationship.”
― Hillary Frank, quote from I Can't Tell You
“Flushed with the explosive shit of a sumo wrestler who ate Mexican food.”
― Hillary Frank, quote from I Can't Tell You
“It's kinda cool to think about you as a real person, instead of some fetus ghost.”
― Hillary Frank, quote from I Can't Tell You
Hillary Frank
Born place: in The United States
Born date January 1, 1976
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“People like Cas say ‘see you then’,”
― quote from Twist and Shout
“She was a hunchback with a sweet smile. She smiled sweetly at anything; she couldn't help it; the trees, me, the grass, anything. The basket pulled her down, dragging her toward the ground. She was such a tiny woman, with a hurt face, as if slapped forever. She wore a funny old hat, an absurd hat, a maddening hat, a hat to make me cry, a hat with faded red berries on the brim. And there she was, smiling at everything, struggling across the carpet with a heavy basket containing Lord knew what, wearing a plumed hat with red berries.
I got up. It was so mysterious. There I was, like magic, standing up, my two feet on the ground, my eyes drenched.
I said, "Let me help."
She smiled again and gave me the basket. We began to walk. She led the way. Beyond the trees it was stifling. And she smiled. It was so sweet it nearly tore my head off. She talked, she told me things I never remembered. It didn't matter. In a« dream she held me, in a dream I followed under the blinding sun. For blocks we went forward. I hoped it would never end. Always she talked in a low voice made of human music. What words! What she said! I remembered nothing. I was only happy. But in my heart I was dying. It should have been so. We stepped from so many curbs, I wondered why she did not sit upon one and hold my head while I drifted away. It was the chance that never came again.
That old woman with the bent back! Old woman, I feel so joyfully your pain. Ask me a favor, you old woman you! Anything. To die is easy. Make it that. To cry is easy, lift your skirt and let me cry and let my tears wash your feet to let you know I know what life has been for you, because my back is bent too, but my heart is whole, my tears are delicious, my love is yours, to give you joy where God has failed. To die is so easy and you may have my life if you wish it, you old woman, you hurt me so, you did, I will do anything for you, to die for you, the blood of my eighteen years flowing in the gutters of Wilmington and down to the sea for you, for you that you might find such joy as is now mine and stand erect without the horror of that twist.
I left the old woman at her door.
The trees shimmered. The clouds laughed. The blue sky took me up. Where am I? Is this Wilmington, California? Haven't I been here before? A melody moved my feet. The air soared with Arturo in it, puffing him in and out and making him something and nothing. My heart laughed and laughed. Goodbye to Nietzsche and Schopenhauer and all of you, you fools, I am much greater than all of you! Through my veins ran music of blood. Would it last? It could not last. I must hurry. But where? And I ran toward home. Now I am home. I left the book in the park. To hell with it. No more books for me. I kissed my mother. I clung to her passionately. On my knees I fell at her feet to kiss her feet and cling to her ankles until it must have hurt her and amazed her that it was I.”
― John Fante, quote from The Road to Los Angeles
“Text from Aiden to Keatyn:
Hottie God: Good morning, beautiful. I miss sleeping with you. Hottie God: And waking up with you. Hottie God: I just miss you.”
― Jillian Dodd, quote from Get Me
“Amber forced a smile. "I can't believe there are real vampires."
Janie shrugged. "Sure, you can. You just don't want to believe it's so easy to believe there are vampires.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Provoked
“With a hoarse curse on his lips, Ashe shuddered against her. The night felt warmer, the air heavier…richer, as it pressed in on them. Lust spilled through his veins in a thick, decadent slide, more potent than any narcotic as it poured through his system. His tongue flicked against the velvety softness of her lower lip, coaxing her to accept him…to kiss him back. She shivered, blinking, then relented, her lips parting with a sigh…inviting him in, and he couldn’t resist, sliding his tongue against hers in an explicit kiss that was wet and deep and hungry.”
― Rhyannon Byrd, quote from Deadly is the Kiss
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