“Since we’re opening up with our feelings and all, I feel the need to tell you that this is the gayest car I’ve ever been in,”

“Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always enjoyed feeling afraid. I think it is the most delicious feeling there is”

“What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British.”

“He pressed a kiss to my ear. “Do you feel stretched? Can you tell I’ve been inside you?”I nodded, feeling my knees go a little weak from the tone in his voice.“Good. I like knowing you can feel where I’ve been.”

“. I’ve watched about a dozen tourists almost get hit by cars since I’ve been here. I barely made it to the beach alive the other day. I mean, no one knows what they’re doing. They swing their heads back and forth like they’re mounted on a door hinge, but they don’t even know what they’re looking for, not really. Cars just come at you from all sorts of unnecessary directions here, and we’re all probably going to get killed.”

“I just know that I’m not willing to let anything happen to you. When Nynia died, I was so lost and cold, and I haven’t been warm since. Not until I felt your hands on me. The only way I’ve been able to cope without you is to bury what I feel, but I can’t seem to do that anymore. When I’m with you all I can do is feel and need. (Talon)”