101 Quotes by Paul Russell

That milky splatter on the sheets makes him unbearably sad, and he wonders, not for the first time, whether the whole point of orgasm isn’t, somehow, unbearable sadness.

God gave us orifices, God gave us wounds.

Had she allowed the flame to burn so low it was now in danger of complete extinction?

Her heart, she had discovered in the last half year, was of durable stuff. You could test its mettle with a hammer.

And anyway, never, never apologise the morning after for what your hormones were telling you last night.

What bound people together was so fragile.

If you’re going to fall for men, or boys, then deal with the fact that you’re going to be an outcast. It’s not for the faint of heart, it’s not for anybody hoping to be liked or respected or accepted or any of that bullshit.

Is that racist – I mean, to be attracted to a type? Probably, but what you want is what you want, right? Your dick doesn’t know fuck about political correctness, even if the rest of you is pretty well-versed.

Anybody can be anybody, he told himself as he eased his body down onto Devin’s, the blunt pain of a beautiful pleasure wedging him open.