M. Pierce Quotes

#1. She left me alone in the riddle. I needed her because I loved her - or I loved her because I needed her. Why had the feelings turned to a maze? Now I was lost in the dark.

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#2. I sent my story to Hannah the way people pray - casting my plea into the ether. A plea to be understood. Looking for the signs.

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#3. This love is thickly plaited.

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#4. He told me how it felt. He told me many things. No book can hold them.

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#5. How could I make anyone understand? He was still with me. He was the negative space.

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#6. Pen in hand, hand to the page, it's godly.

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#7. I could lie my way out of existence.

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#8. My heart wasn't made of paper. That was fiction. This was my life.

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#9. We can't be impatient with him," I said. "We can't inflict our desperation on him.

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#10. A fist plowed into my face. My head belted back. I heard a wheeze and a crunch like the sound of a broken accordion.

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#11. In my dreams I ran paths walled with high hedges. Always the leaves brushing me like laughter. Always the long night.

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#12. You're the lord of lies.

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#13. love, which starts as a feeling, always ends as a choice.

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#14. Hannah. I have you. I'm happier than any man has a right to be.

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#15. That's how it goes, right? You are who people decide you are.

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#16. And I, a self-saboteur of the first degree, did it anyway.

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#17. She was the making of me.

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#18. That was how I wanted to feel: almost out of control.

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#19. I threw All the King's Men across the living room.

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#20. I felt such pity for her, and such gratitude, too - because she let me be nobody.

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#21. Why did I think I could keep my distance? Why would I want to? Love is relentless.

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#22. While Hannah was busy positioning the laptop and shimmying out of her shorts and a thong, I pushed off my boxers and squirted lube into my palm. I glanced at my cock. It stood stiffly from me, nine thick, smooth inches for which I didn't thank God often enough.

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#23. I know you love to suck my dick Hannah, but I'll put it in your mouth when I want it there. You don't give me pleasure, do you understand? I take it from you.

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#24. Great. They fucked with my punctuation?" "Pam says you're overly fond of semicolons.

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#25. You have to be a great liar to write fiction, a real historical revisionist.

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#26. Desire is arcane

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#27. I never want to learn how to say goodbye

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#28. He played like he wanted to break the piano.

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#29. The way people pray- casting my plea into the ether. A plea to be understood. Looking for signs.

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#30. I felt a throb between my legs. I glared down at my Cock. Hold your fucking horses, I muttered. God ... fuck was this seriously my life? Stalking a girl I'd met online, parked outside her house at midnight, speaking to my dick?

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#31. Night Owl: So what are you wearing?

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#32. She yawned in my ear. Oh, that little devil.

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#33. I wanted it to happen, the deception didn't matter.

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#34. Either Matt was outside , or he was weirdly ordering me to have an orgasm on the lawn.

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#35. I was going to him because I loved him and because love is unstoppable.

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#36. I got hung up on diction and syntax; I agonized over every word.

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#37. I let the people get a good look at my face, which is just another mask for the heart.

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#38. God, Hannah. I've been thinking about fucking you. It's like there's something wrong with me. I can't stop thinking about it. I want my body against yours, my cock inside of you. It's driving me wild. Does that frighten you?

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#39. Fuck now, worry later.

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#40. There is no such thing as loneliness. There is only the idea of loneliness.

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#41. Now it was our little joke, signifying nothing.

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#42. Every small separation echoed a vaster goodbye

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#43. Too much happiness ... is a dangerous thing.

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#44. I need to come," he moaned. "Baby I need to come." "Do it," I panted. His simple admission sent me over the edge. My body squeezed and soaked his sex.

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