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“All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“What happened?â€�
“I tried to be somebody different from who I am and it didn’t work out.�
“The world ain’t set up that way. Folks say we oughta be better than we are, but deep down they just want us to stay in our places. With our own kind.
Messes up the natural order, otherwise.”
― Carolee Dean, Take Me There

“Dude, there should be a law against people singing that bad.”
― Carolee Dean, Take Me There

“Where we goinâ€�?â€� Wade whispers to me as we approach the white picket fence that surrounds the row of wooden crosses.
For all I know my grandmother could be planning to shoot us and bury us with the rest of the family, but I don’t think it would help to share this notion with Wade”
― Carolee Dean, Take Me There

“I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.”
― Khaled Hosseini

“Want me to drive?â€� Wade asks. “I won’t take any detours.â€�
I slam on the brakes and come to a dead stop right in the middle of the road. “Sure. Why not? My life is one big fucking detour,â€� I yell. Then I bang my head on the steering wheel and I can’t help it. I start to cry.”
― Carolee Dean, Take Me There

“Your inability to do what you are noted for doing is a critical step to wading off your past glories of excellence!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“The smell of cars' smoke
as I wade through traffic
overshadows the fresh
fragrance of Mother Earth
drenched in rain. There can
be no greater testimony
to man's progress”
― Vijaya Gowrisankar

“It suddenly occurred to me just how absurd this scene was: a guy wearing a suit of armor, standing next to an undead king, both hunched over the controls of a classic arcade game. It was the sort of surreal image you'd expect to see on the cover of an old issue of Heavy Metal or Dragon magazine.”
― Ernest Cline, Ready Player One

“I could barely believe myself. IOI had actually tried to kill me. To prevent me from winning a videogame contest. It was insane.”
― Ernest Cline, Ready Player One

“Truth was, he was sitting on the floor only partly because he was more used to that, but more because it gave him an excuse not to have to sit close to her. If anything he was more attracted to her with every hour that passed, rather than leveling off. He’d been telling himself he was hot for her simply because it was a natural reaction for a man who’d been without a woman for four years to want one as beautiful as her, especially when they were staying alone in a house together. But if he was honest it was way more than physical attraction. Erin was kind and brave and sweet. She made him simultaneously want to gather her up in his arms to protect her and pin her to the nearest flat surface and kiss her until she melted and wrapped around him.”
― Kaylea Cross, Danger Close

“I’m sorry you got dragged into this.â€� He waved a hand to indicate he meant the house, the entire situation. “Having to stay here, with me, when you should be home with your family.â€� A pang of homesickness hit her as she thought of her parents and how disappointed they’d been that her leave had been “cancelledâ€�. That wasn’t his fault though.
To ease his concern, she put on a smile. “Yeah, but hey, I could’ve done way worse in terms of roommates.� She gave his leg a playful nudge with her hand.
His eyes warmed at her words and touch. The firelight brought out the deep bronze undertones in his hair, flickering in tones of gold and orange. She wanted to run her fingers through it to find out if it was as soft as it looked.
He shook his head slightly at her, looking amused. “Why’d you have to be so sweet?�
She shrugged and countered, “Why’d you have to be so damned good looking?”
― Kaylea Cross, Danger Close

“She swallowed, blinked quickly a couple of times and it twisted his heart to know she was battling tears on his behalf.
“So you’re going to what, sacrifice yourself? Stand out there and offer yourself up as human bait so they can bring him in—�
Wade stepped up close and curved a hand around the back of her neck to silence her. She bit her lip and lowered her gaze, hitching in a ragged breath that tore through him.
“It has to be me. Can you try to understand? The risk he poses outweighs everything else.� Even his life, if necessary. He tightened his fingers slightly, desperate to get through to her, to make her see why it had to be this way. But he hated leaving her, hated going with all this uncertainty left between them. He pushed out a breath and leaned his forehead against hers as the emotions bombarded him. Anxiety. Longing. An overwhelming sadness that this might be the last time he got to touch her. He didn’t know what to do with it all.
“I never expected to fall for you,� he whispered, his throat tightening. Her head jerked back and she stared up at him with those huge green eyes swimming with tears. “I didn’t,� he insisted, feeling awed and bewildered at the realization that this woman meant so much to him.
“You’ve made me feel things I never thought I’d—� He broke off, swallowing. Caressing her nape with his fingers, he cradled her cheek in his other hand and stared into her eyes.
“It didn’t matter to me before if I lived or not, so long as I got him, but it’s different now. You matter to me, and I’m going to do everything in my power to come back for you. Okay?”
― Kaylea Cross, Danger Close