“Dreams don’t need to have a purpose. They’re part of living.” “If they’re part of living, then they’re part of dying.” — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He was a scholar, so goddamned intelligent he couldn’t see the writing on the wall. He wanted answers to life’s tragedies when… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“The library was one of the few places approved by my mother. I must have read almost every book in that place,… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“I was a caterpillar, my many limbs held tight to my body, wrapped up in a cocoon. He paved the way, eased… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“Like the eddies and entrapments of life, they could only face each obstacle as it came. No promise of smooth waters, just… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“She longed for him to take her, to use her. Anything she could do to bring him pleasure. Anything to bring him peace.” — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“This sweet cunt, pretty cunt. It’s mine. This and all of you. You know that, don’t you? Now come for me. Let me feel… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“This is the last day of class, so I need to tell you that you are all activists. Each one of you and every… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He had realistic expectations. He was ugly as sin. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. It was only a matter of… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“There were places inside him that she couldn’t reach, not with her words or her body. And if she could? She was a little… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“In barely minutes he was hard again, an aching erection ever ready to serve her need.” — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He had something to prove to himself if not to her. He could have a thoughtful conversation with her. He could watch a movie… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
“He felt the same carnal urge to claim, to mate, to please her. But above that sang a new melody, one he recognized as… — Skye Warren Copy Share Image
