Sex Quotes by Nathan Reese Maher

“Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.”

— Nathan Reese Maher

“That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say, ‘I’m going…

— Nathan Reese Maher

“History doesn’t start with a tall building and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is taking…

— Nathan Reese Maher

“I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is…

— Nathan Reese Maher

“There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach in a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in…

— Nathan Reese Maher

“Look Samuel!” She points to the couple—I noticing a twig sticking out of her hair. “Mannequins.”

— Nathan Reese Maher

“Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into…

— Nathan Reese Maher

“I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?” She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?”

— Nathan Reese Maher

“I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at…

— Nathan Reese Maher

“I wondered whether you and Mr. Locke had any recollection about the past. I see now that we all suffer the same.”

— Nathan Reese Maher

“Another like me? Don’t leave me out here with myself! I’d go mad. Please don’t leave me alone, Samuel! Just take me home!” Tears…

— Nathan Reese Maher

“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in…

— Nathan Reese Maher

“Her eyes sparkle with a rising dampness. “I’ve seemed to overstep myself, Samuel.”

— Nathan Reese Maher

“Yes—and had we one, you’d probably never see us at all.” Mrs. Locke adds jokingly. Emily pulls ecstatically against my clothing, a new found…

— Nathan Reese Maher

“She leaves my side and heads deeper into the apartment singing, “—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… a copper for…

— Nathan Reese Maher