Alexis Hall Quotes & Sayings

#1. I was thirty-seven years old and wearing nothing but a butt plug. But there was a 1940's film-star Toby, looking about to spontaneously combust from sheer desire. It was probably hysterical postpubescent hormones, but still, it felt so good. So ridiculously good.

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#2. Are we going to kick arse and take names, Miss Kane?" "I was thinking we'd maybe just ask them some questions. Politely.

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#3. I fended them off as best I could while trying to shield my eyes but, tragically, I'd left my flamethrower in my other suit.

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#4. Tonight there was something different. Something both deeper and shallower than friendship. Familiarity, perhaps, the sudden realisation that we lived our sealed-up little lives in closeness to each other. That we had something to share and something to lose. Something to protect together.

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#5. In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.

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#6. And now he smiled at me. All teeth. The way only people who hadn't learned self-consciousness
knew how to smile.

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#7. Are we going somewhere?" "To the river." "But why?" "To see what we can see." "I really d-don't think . . ." We were going to end up as newspaper headlines: Pensioner and Homosexual Found Dead in River - Coincidence, Tragedy, or Satanic Ritual Gone Wrong?

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#8. My dominant (no pun intended) discourse seems to be needy as fuck.

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#9. Here lies Kate Kane, killed in a foreplay accident. Beloved daughter. Sorely missed.

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#10. Though I've honestly been hoping there comes a point in your life when you stop worrying about what your parents think.

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#11. He grinned, teeth and dimples and freckles moving like dust in a ray of sunlight. "Ayup, petal."

Oh

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#12. I'm starting to think you should always push your luck. No, you can deal with. Don't know is the most frightening thing of all.

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#13. The Dream is the city, and if we find it's heart in the Dream, then we find it's heart in the world.

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#14. He was gorgeous yesterday, kneeling and burnished and kind of a fantasy. And he's still gorgeous this morning, rumpled and tired and real.

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#15. I knew it was nothing more than the vaguest sense of connection, the kite-string tug of an intriguing stranger. But I simply wasn't ready to feel these things again.
To gather up the dust of my heart and scatter it again on the winds of hope.

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#16. Oh, you fuckguzzling shitweasel.

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#17. This was another fossil of a joke. I couldn't remember where it'd come from, I had a horrible feeling it might have been me.

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#18. This isn't submission." "Isn't it?" "No." He looks up at me, tired as well, but he's never looked more beautiful to me than in this moment, strong and open and unafraid like when he surrenders his body. "It's love.

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#19. As ever, it was fifty percent fashion show, forty percent club, ten percent sex party, and one hundred percent annoying.

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#20. I'm not trying to upset you. I just think it's about time you moved on."

"I have moved on."

"Have you? Because it looks a lot like standing around to me.

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#21. All sense, all judgement, overthrown by a h-dropping, glottal-stopping glitter pirate, and I didn't have to care.

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#22. The future is terrifying because it's full of stuff, not because it's empty.

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#23. Oh, why did I care? Who was here to judge us, except me?

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#24. I was playing games with myself, putting up a show of resistance, as if I could take it or leave it. But the truth was, whatever the price, I would gladly pay it just to feel...better. Connected. Human. Alive. Anything at all.

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#25. A homosexual is for life, not just for Christmas.

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#26. He was wearing a gleaming cream-coloured linen suit, and a Panama hat. The weirdest thing about this was that he was not the most outlandish-looking person in the room by a long way. Not that Little Miss Dresses-Like-Bogart over here has a right to complain

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#27. Marlboro Lights, he sighed. Barely a peck on the cheek of destruction.
I'm commitment phobic.

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#28. Was it wrong that I kind of wanted to do her right there? Okay, Kate. Be professional about this. Also you have a girlfriend. A girlfriend who can juggle cars.

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#29. I reckon they'd taste of stars.

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#30. Around us the city glittered in shades of orange and silver, like a paste jewel in a tinfoil crown.

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#31. The best thing, though, is when the falls land . . . the impact travels all the way from his body to mine, through the leather, then the handle, through my arm and to my heart. We're so . . . together. At

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#32. It's d-d-dishonourable to peek at someone else's cards."

"Cribbage is cutthroat.

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#33. I thought of Marius. Wild, wonderful, Byronic-fantasy Marius, who had somehow found something he wanted in the everyday quietness of me. Until he hadn't.

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#34. But I suppose it comes down to whether you think dominance and submission are about acts or about people.
Laurie, For Real

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#35. Please." Laurie's voice is this distant swirl of panic and fear, cracking a bit. "Please don't leave.

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#36. You're late," said Death. "Something came up.

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#37. Clearly when you're immortal, life is no longer too short to stuff a mushroom.

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#38. You don't really fall in love with a house. You fall in love with the life you could have in it.

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#39. The terrible powerlessness of being unable to do anything except wait for mercy you couldn't earn and didn't deserve.

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#40. Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.

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#41. That's sort of what love is, I guess. A perpetual state of semideranged partiality.

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#42. one of the less well-advertised secrets of group sex was how often it came down to logistics.

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#43. I would have told a thousand lies to have him, and a thousand more to keep him

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#44. He kept making me feel things in ruined places.

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#45. Note to self: never cockblock demons or werewolves.

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#46. We are all the playground of angels and demons.

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#47. Love me, love the onesie.

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#48. He nuzzled under my chin like an overly enthusiastic, slightly amorous cat.

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#49. Bitter experience has taught me that you don't engage with intellectually superior wankers who make long speeches about moral relativism.

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#50. It was nothing more than the instinct of sociability, but it made me realise how long it had been since I'd been smiled at by a stranger. How long since I'd had someone to smile back to.

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#51. This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I'm supposed to just walk through them.

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#52. ...he wails and protests and loves me even more. And I'm humbled and honoured and touched and so fucking happy he can find this thing in me to love.

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#53. I don't know. I don't know what I'm supposed to be. Or how I find out.

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#54. There's risk inherent in most things that matter.

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#55. Miss Kane, I have been worried.

Sorry, I've been in a faery closet and a werewolf dungeon.

Business or pleasure?

Business.

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#56. And I think I kind of break him just a little bit because suddenly he's begging and begging and begging, the words catching and then tumbling from his mouth like pearls on a broken string. And

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#57. The nice thing about having a deeply weird, highly opinionated friend was that you never had to be the centre of attention if you didn't want to be. The

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#58. Oh...I cant. I cant dance."
"What, not at all? Not even when you hear ABBA?"
"I do my very best not to hear ABBA.

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#59. but seeing as I ain't so flush right now, I'm afraid your quids'll have to come pro quo.

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#60. All these still places in his soul that he disturbs for me. When

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#61. So what else you into, then? I mean except reading and writing, talking like the Queen, and dressing like my granddad?

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#62. He was silent for a very long moment. And then, very solemnly, "I trust in your trust," leaving me naked and breathless, bound and on my knees all over again. Unable

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#63. No one could have called him handsome, and the orange waders probably didn't help - but when he smiled? Suddenly handsome didn't seem important anymore - only the things happiness could do to a man's face.

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#64. I couldn't afford to tangle myself up in other people's expectations and inevitable disappointment. It would be awful. An ever-expanding cycle of everyone feeling bad, like a bulimic serpent eating its own tail.

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#65. That's so sexy," said Julian dryly. "Hamster cheeks totally do it for me.

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#66. I gotta say, babes," he said in a nasal Essex whine, "you're giving me sutcha bedroom look."
I stared down into his face, so close to mine. Babes?

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#67. I don't have many friends, but I think you're one of them. And friends don't send friends to get their souls sucked out.

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#68. Kink crowds are the same the world over. The good ones are already taken, the hot ones only talk to each other, and everyone else is desperate.

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#69. How can you miss something you've never really had?

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#70. I have to rescue my girlfriend from a killer shit faery, and I've got no way to carry my magic sword.

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#71. Sometimes I think that's all love is. Understanding, smoothing away your strangeness. Making you part of the world, not separate from it.

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#72. His attention. Sweet and intense at the same time. Like a barley sugar I could untwist from its plastic and hold in my mouth. A flood of secret pleasure.

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#73. I'm not saying you should marry wossisname. Just give yourself a chance with him."

"A chance to what?"

"Be with someone again."

"I w-w-want to," I whispered. "But what if it goes the same way? W-what if I'm unbeable with?

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#74. The cottage pie was about as wholesome and straightforward as you could get. It was food for winter evenings and happy days. And the salad was rich, complicated, a little bit sweet, and seemed to be trying way too hard to be impressive. We'd both served each other a metaphor.

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#75. Alfie sighed. "Let me guess, it's a bad thing now. Because of Tumblr or something.

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#76. It's not what you do, it's what it means.

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#77. He smiled. "Yeah. Reckon you could read the phone book and make it dirty.

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#78. It's difficult, sometimes, for me to understand that I have the power to hurt someone. You see, it requires me to accept that somebody might like me in the first place.

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#79. Across the moon-pale scar that marred my forearm, Darian danced in dark ink, the gracefully curving edges of his name unravelling into a spill of colour as joyful and haphazard as the promise of stars.

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#80. There had been a subtle realignment of the spheres. The world was somehow a place I could endure again. If life was a grey corridor lined with doors, it was now within my power to open some of them.

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#81. Why, in all the vastness of the world, did a sparkly idiot from Essex make me feel alive?

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#82. You do know you're one of the hot ones, right? You could have any dom in this room if you looked marginally more approachable than an underfed piranha having a bad day.

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#83. I had only questions, uncertainties, and shame. A kiss that was not a kiss from a man who was not a man.

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#84. It probably says something about the state of your love life that your girlfriend promising to try and murder slightly fewer people seems like a really sweet and romantic gesture.

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#85. When my own happiness was a mystery to me, what hope did I have of being instrumental in someone else's?

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#86. I want to give him everything, and the things I can't give, I want him to take.

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#87. A soft pulse of desire went through me, not for sex or pain or humiliation or some other release, but for this, this quiet closeness. Someone to hold in the dark.

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#88. If it wasn't for werewolf cousins, there'd be far fewer fashion interns, It boys, graphic novelists, bespoke shoe boutiques, and sushi-haggis fusion restaurants in the world.

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#89. My heart, I think, turned tender in the untouched dark. I'm full of small, gathered hopes that, if I let them, will fly away from me, as fragile as dandelion seeds. The

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#90. I just don't fucking know, okay? I've never known. My entire life is just me pretending - not very well - that I have a clue what I'm doing. But I don't. I just don't. I don't have . . . like . . . a dream or a goal, and I don't know how to get one, or what's wrong with me that I don't.

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#91. Thank you," I said bravely, dropping the syllables cleanly, like marbles, and secretly full of the most pathetic pride imaginable. I had spoken to strangers.

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#92. My cock actually sort of staggers like a punch-drunk boxer who doesn't know when to stay down.

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#93. It's my responsibility to communicate to you what I'm feeling and what's too much, and it's your responsibility to be receptive to that communication. I don't necessarily believe the best way for that to happen is me saying 'banoffee pie.

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#94. And when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears, but it's as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.

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#95. She wouldn't understand, and he couldn't explain. How bad it felt to be a shock. To be an idea people had to get used to. To be a moment of hesitation. A flinch when someone touched you. A wariness in their eyes.

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