I was the climber of a sheer cliff, dragging myself on bleeding hands towards a summit that I'd never reach and sometimes didn't want to reach. The things I cared about were the hooks I'd driven into the rock face. Depression snapped them, one by one, one by one. My only certainty was the fall.

— Alexis Hall

Kink crowds are the same the world over. The good ones are already taken, the hot ones only talk to each other, and everyone else is desperate.

— Alexis Hall

Life is so full of rough edges - small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you're naked and alone.

— Alexis Hall

Love doesn't just go away when it becomes inconvenient.

— Alexis Hall

My cock actually sort of staggers like a punch-drunk boxer who doesn’t know when to stay down.

— Alexis Hall

My dominant (no pun intended) discourse seems to be needy as fuck.

— Alexis Hall

Pain was simply an inevitability of living, and I had to learn how to trust him with his own, as I trusted him with mine.

— Alexis Hall

Sometimes I thought about killing myself. The idea of it circled my head, shining and lovely like a tinsel halo. How beautiful it would be if everything could just stop. If I could stop. If I didn't have to feel like this. Yes, I thought about it and thought about it, but I was too exhausted to do anything about it. That should have been funny, right?

— Alexis Hall

Thank you," I said bravely, dropping the syllables cleanly, like marbles, and secretly full of the most pathetic pride imaginable. I had spoken to strangers.

— Alexis Hall

The future is terrifying because it's full of stuff, not because it's empty.

— Alexis Hall