I hated myself, and the part of me that was cowardly wished for a simple solution: an exchange of pain for forgiveness. But life didn’t work that way, and fucking up was forever.

— Alexis Hall

I have a sort of. . . Thing, I suppose, for certain words. They spark inside me, somehow, turning me to touchpaper, but I don't know what they are until someone says them.

— Alexis Hall

I knew how to be a friend, a lover, a partner. I knew how to make someone feel cherished and seen and listened to -- everything I had myself always so desperately wanted and been afraid I might never have because I was so used to being overlooked.

— Alexis Hall

I'm not trying to upset you. I just think it's about time you move

— Alexis Hall

In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.

— Alexis Hall

I never interrupt people when they're speaking because I know only too well how annoying it is. But with my every British interjection, the dimples deepened at the corner of his lips. And I was half-drunk on his smiling and the power of saying things that made him smile.

— Alexis Hall

I stared at him. At this too-thin, too-sincere boy. This person. Because I knew what he meant. I understood exactly. And I’d felt it too, that interior certainty. But over the years, I’d let all the fervor fade. I’d stopped believing in it, somehow. I’d let it become something I did, not something I was.

— Alexis Hall

I thought of Marius. Wild, wonderful, Byronic-fantasy Marius, who had somehow found something he wanted in the everyday quietness of me. Until he hadn't.

— Alexis Hall

It's ironic, since they're supposed to be immortal, but vampires are kind of like small businesses: half of them go down within their first year

— Alexis Hall

It's not what you do, it's what it means.

— Alexis Hall