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“Still. It’s not all red. I’m not a total whore. Just a partial one. Just a splash of whore.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“I want to be somebody who deserves to be with somebody like you.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“Would’ve been worth anything they took from me, just to hear you say my name.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“It was the right thing to do, no matter how wrong the law says it was. I couldn’t live with myself if I hadn’t done that. There’s natural laws that trump the ones you might get arrested over.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“I’d be real gentle, though. Tender. I promise. It’s just that I’ve felt nothing but my own hand for so long. I’d kill to know how your mouth felt. Warm and wet. Nothing nasty. Whatever you maybe want to do to me.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“The most honest man I bet I’ve ever known, I and met him in prison.â€�
“The nicest woman I ever knew, and she took up with a convict.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“This guy sounds like an awesome idea. I’m sure whatever it is he’s not telling you, it’s all good stuff.
“Yeah,� offered Jumpsuit. “He’s just real modest. Doesn’t want you to know he’s a volunteer firefighter.�
“And that he reads to orphans on the weekends,� said the bartender.
“Doesn’t want you to know he’s actually a millionaire.â€� Jumpsuit again. “He’s keeping it a secret ‘til he knows you love him for who he is.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“The only action I might care to get went down between me and my right hand, and even we’d grown estranged.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“Show me,â€� I said softly, and stroked his hair. “Show me what it feels like, to be wanted by a man, the way you want me.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“Funny how mandates you don’t even agree with can still chisel themselves across your subconscious.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“His mustache was steely gray, trimmed to the textbook profile of the top half of a hamburger bun. I will not be fucked with, that mustache told the world.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“It’s a sign of weakness to feel stuff, in prison. To care. To admit you’re lonely, or sad, or that you’re aching for somebody. Writing to you was the only time I got to get that stuff out of me. I just wrote down whatever needed to come out.â€�
“I think you may be the most romantic man I’ve ever met.�
“Give yourself some credit. I don’t write letters like that to just anybody.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“Maybe your hands would be on my ass or my hips, and I’d feel them begging me for more. Deeper. Harder. Faster. I’d give you that â€� Then I’d show you with my mouth or hands how grateful I was.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“Whores wear readâ€�
Pink’s just red with some cream mixed in, you silly slut.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“I’ll see you as the fates allow. Until then, I’m yours on these pages.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“I haven’t felt this in forever, and it’s hard to just shut if off.
Like you said, we don’t know each other. Only how we seem to make each other feel. But sometimes that feels like enough. So simple and right, when real life can feel far too messy.”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time

“bookmobile,”
― Cara McKenna, Hard Time