12 Quotes by Saffron A. Kent

I am calm. I’m cool. I’m a cucumber.

I’m his puppet and he is my invisible master, holding my strings from miles away.

He bends over me, curls his sleek, cut body all around me, making himself my world. Flicking his eyes all over my face, he whispers, “Dark curls; Golden eyes.” He rubs our noses together. “Thirteen freckles; Flowers between her thighs.” He skims his lips over mine. “Sweet; So sweet; My heart; My sweetheart.

Art is painful, Layla. It's potentially dangerous. Explosive. It takes everything from you, sometimes more than you can afford. It's a beast, and it's always starving. You feed it and feed it... until you have nothing left. But you don't mind because you'd rather chase the high of creating something than live in the darkness. It's insanity.

Words have the power to make things true.

I kiss my darling then.And my darling kisses his sweetheart.

People think it's the monsters who do bad things, but it's not. It's people like us. All the monsters ever do is live in storybooks. Or in closets. It's the humans who destroy things. Life isn't black and white, James. It's all fucking gray.

Thomas Abrams is magic. He’s a wordsmith, a baby whisperer, a blue-eyed asshole, but most of all, he’s like me: brokenhearted.

I grin and ask him something I've always wanted to ask. "Why do you always stare at my nose?"He glances at it for a second before whispering, "Because you've got freckles on it. Thirteen, to be exact. And seven under your eyes.