And now he smiled at me. All teeth. The way only people who hadn’t learned self-consciousness knew how to smile.

— Alexis Hall

And when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears, but it’s as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.

— Alexis Hall

Behind my eyelids, I saw him dancing in spirals of colored light, emerald, blue, and brilliant purple, enfolding him like the wings of an electric angel.

— Alexis Hall

Days passed in a gray fog. I was becalmed. Without energy, without hope, with no sight of land, I could remember feeling better, but I somehow couldn't believe in it. There was nothing but this.

— Alexis Hall

He was wearing a gleaming cream-colored linen suit, and a Panama hat. The weirdest thing about this was that he was not the most outlandish-looking person in the room by a long way. Not that Little Miss Dresses-Like-Bogart over here has a right to complain

— Alexis Hall

Him handed me a mug of tea. I took a sip, and it was just how I like it, strong and sweet. If you added psychotic and emotionally unavailable to that, it would also cover my taste in women.

— Alexis Hall

His attention. Sweet and intense at the same time. Like a barley sugar I could untwist from its plastic and hold in my mouth. A flood of secret pleasure.

— Alexis Hall

I closed my eyes, adding dark to dark, and the wanting unfurled like the sails of a phantom ship. This could be my universe. This nowhere world, circumscribed by skin and breath, where nothing mattered but two bodies moving together. The past and the future rendered irrelevant by the beauty of the now, the sum of the self transmuted into a moment. Oh, was there ever a more seductive definition of madness?

— Alexis Hall

I'd wasted so much of my life. So many of my days, and all of my promise, all of my dreams, lost to hospitals, to depression, to wanting to die. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This is not who I am. Except, of course, it was. It was all there was left to be.

— Alexis Hall

I had no idea it would be like this. That having someone on their knees for you would make you so vulnerable.

— Alexis Hall