V.S. Carnes Quotes
Addiction is a relationship, a pathological relationship in which... obsession replaces people.
I never had any other thought in my mind. I was gonna write songs, I was gonna be a star and a singer and I never thought of doing anything else.
Nashville has a great creative atmosphere. It's a small, close-knit music community that you can't find anywhere else.
This man was no servant. She looked up at him in acute agitation and knew: this man was now her master.
It came as naturally to him as breathing or lying, or worse. His mama had only taught her son to be cautious at all times. Garnette was more than that. Much, much more than that.
When silence greeted her question, she looked at Caine—for that was how he saw himself in that moment and in all the moments after: his brother’s murderer.
Anger swirled in him, a tempest readying her strike. And like a helpless vessel caught in her fury, he felt himself dashed against the rocks without mercy.
Kent steepled his fingers in consideration. Blood-red rubies flashed in the sunlight, like the eyes of a demon clutched in his hands.
Somehow, I did not finger you for a treasure-hunter.”“Oh, but I am, ” without shame. “Her name is Titianni Aziz.
Kas was right: a woman could destroy a man. This one could do so, simply by knowing his name. She could do so, simply with her eyes.
He smelled the salt on his own lips and the orange blossoms in her hair. Real ones, he could see now, tucked into the curls with cheap, native combs. The sight of them gave him hope.
No fairy tale, this. This was by no stretch of the imagination a polished fantasy. This was a searing, living force, rough around the edges, unfamiliar and bittersweet.And precious.
Looking back at him was a man who was battered and broken.And alive, for the first time in his life.
He wanted to die. He prayed for it. Through the roar in his ears, he begged for it.
Caine was a murderer. A liar. A cad. A skulker in shadows and a heartless wretch. What sort of woman or God would love someone like him?
He heard the voice that had called to him in dreams, had saved him from the sands and from following his brother into the river.
Caine might have smiled at her, had his heart not been breaking to smithereens inside of him.
He didn’t deserve compassion. Sympathy. Not even understanding. He deserved worse, far worse than he had ever been given.
Kent had begun sleeping with his good eye open, for he knew the mark of sedition when he saw it. Even partway blinded, who could see it better?
Many contemporary critics of higher education similarly posit a Golden Age but no one knows when it was supposed to exist.
Are you in the habit of taking tea with anyone who approaches you in a foreign port?” He went on and snorted carelessly. “No wonder you were abducted so easily.
I will not marry Ashton. However bound by honor to do so, I will not marry Ashton. I will not marry, ever!” “Why not?”“Because I love you, you idiot!
She’d said she loved him. She'd put that impossible, unimaginably beautiful gift in his hands and he’d thrown it back at her. To save her. To save himself.
I’ve crossed a world of sand and tears in search of you. I love you. I’ve done nothing in my life worth more than that.
