128 Quotes About Susanna-moore

Afraid, now that I knew what I wanted. What I did not want. I did not want him to hurt me.

Listen, you don't want me. Only you don't know it. You just think you do. I've been thrown out of a lot of places.

I felt such desire for him, such murderous and vengeful desire, that I was trembling.

I asked him not to hurt me. It seems to be what women say. And men. It did not stop him.

I think memories are like dreams. Not reliable proof of anything. I can't prove a memory any more than I can prove a dream.

My belated recognition of his desire actually served the purpose of provoking me to consider him, if only for a moment. It was like high school when just to hear that a boy liked you was sufficient encouragement to agree to go steady with him by the end of the day. Now that I think of it, it is just like life. Not high school.

. . . and with a low moan he entered me with such ease, such presumption, that I began to come the moment he was inside of me.

His orgasm was short, doubled and tripled with a quick convulsion, so private, so disciplined that he made no cry, no whisper, no exhortation.

. . . sighing as if he regretted leaving, although I thought not, that sudden oncoming of emptiness and sadness washing over me then, too.