“ This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I'm supposed to just walk through them. Alexis Hall
“ You do know you’re one of the hot ones, right? You could have any dom in this room if you looked marginally more approachable than an underfed piranha having a bad day. 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
“ And when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears, but it’s as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy. Alexis Hall
“ I never interrupt people when they're speaking because I know only too well how annoying it is. But with my every brattish interjection, the dimples deepened at the corner of his lips. And I was half-… Alexis Hall
“ And now he smiled at me. All teeth. The way only people who hadn’t learned self-consciousnessknew how to smile. 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
“ Days passed in a grey fog. I was becalmed. Without energy, without hope, with no sight of land, I could remember feeling better but I somehow couldn't believe in it. There was nothing but this. Alexis Hall
“ Sometimes I though 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 ha… Alexis Hall
“ When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I had ever really thought like that. Self-recrimination inevitably followed. Alexis Hall
“ 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… 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 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
