Kage Quotes

I want you back here now. I want you next to me now. I cannot believe that my family, your brother, all our friends, and an entire police force can't keep tabs on one twenty-six year old graphic designer who thinks he's fuckin' Batman. --Detective Sam Kage in A Matter Of Time (vol 2 or part 4)

If you love someone enough, you can make them invincible. Like your feelings for them are so strong they work as a magical shield, protecting them from all harm and pain.

You said you want to became Hokage. I have become the Kazekage. If you are willing to bear the name Kage, you have to do what you must do.

You’re the warm sun that shines when everything else is dark,” he went on, lifting his hands to rest them on the wall on either side of my face. “A smile and a hug in a roomful of disapproval. You’re…” Wincing, he pressed his forehead against mine. “You’re everything.

See, your laugh is exactly what's keeping me away, woman. I just want to kiss those lips and hoard that sound all to myself.

Sometimes, the Lord just takes blessed people because they've filled their purpose early. Everyone plays their own song. They sing their story to the world and leave behind a melody of memories. Sometimes... their song is cut short and ends too early. But that doesn't mean their music was any less sweet or that they left any less of an impression.

Get a crush on the best looking, most popular, rich boy in school. How original.

I took my first sip. When I moaned, he arched an amused brow. “Would you two like to be alone?” I tucked my latte protectively close. “Yes. Could you give us fifteen, twenty minutes tops? I have a feeling things are about to get real obscene up in this house.

You’re the warm sun that shines when everything else is dark,

Why do people say ‘grow some balls’? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding.

Holy guacamole. Was that a double entendre? I swear that was a double entendre. Someone hold my panties on for me because Mason Lowe was freaking flirting with me, using double entendres.

Karma-sutra: fate fucking you in all kinds of creative ways

Every other girl in school thinks you're the hottest thing since the microwave.

It's always the one you shouldn't want that you end up wanting the most

Every woman treats me that way, Reese. I’m not a person to them. I’m just…a good time or something vile to be avoided at all costs. And then you came along and you…you hugged me. You are the first person who sees me, Mason, not sex for sale.

I was supposed to go with you, wherever you went. We’re a team. You told me once that I had to have a place. Well, I finally figured out where it is. It’s with you.

You might not have charged me a fee, but kissing you is too big of a price for me. I didn’t sign up for this. Now let me go.

Are you seriously going to walk out of here right now after I just confessed my soul to you, cool as a cucumber, without reciprocating at all?” “What?” I sent him a blank look. Then I rolled my eyes and reached out to ruffle his amazing hair. “Mason Lowe, if you don’t know by now that I’m attracted as hell to you, you’re freaking blind.” He stared at me a moment before muttering, “There. Was that so hard to admit?

So, you don’t give out freebies? Like ever?” That just sounded so bizarre to me. I would’ve thought a gigolo would be a complete man-whore, even off the clock. But when his jaw went dead still as he stopped chewing and he said, “Are you…asking for one?

Must. Soothe. The hottie.

When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun.'" -Groucho Marx

If I touch you right now, that’s it. I won’t be able to stop. I wanted to make sure you have all your playtime in before I get started.” “Aww … Thinking of me first. That’s so sweet. Thank you.” “Yeah, I’m a frigging saint. Now will you please touch my dick like you mean it before the damn thing explodes?

You’re the best man I’ve ever met, Patrick Ryan. Thank you for choosing me.” I kissed her hard. “I’ll always choose you.

Ten snorted. “Like I want to hold your damn kid.” “Hey!” I spun to deliver him a nasty glare. “Watch your mouth around my daughter, fuck face.

Can I touch you?” His lashes closed, resting on the tops of his tanned, sculpted cheeks as his smile grew broad. “You don’t have to ask.” I reached out immediately but paused within inches of contact. He must’ve sensed my hesitation because he reopened his eyes. “What’s wrong?” I swallowed, utterly overwhelmed. “I don’t know where to start.” Mason’s gaze warmed . He wrapped strong warm fingers around my wrist and drew my palm forward, leading me where he wanted my hand to follow. When he set it on the center of his chest, right over his heart and pressed my flesh to his as if fingerprinting my soul to his. I blinked back gratified tears. “Start here. No one’s ever touched me here before.

All you have to do is stretch out your hand, Mason.” Pressing my palm against my chest, I whispered, “I’m right here.” He shook his head. “I can’t. I’m tainted.

One more laugh, and Mr. Lowe might as well pick out the flowers I'd be leaving at his grave.

You don't even know what your mere presence does to me. You're my sanity.

Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.” - Elizabeth Gilbert,

stories are a way to connect with others and realize we’re not alone in our crazy, mixed-up thoughts. I think what you do is important. It keeps introverted people like me from going insane.

You. Are. Mine … I don’t care how wrong we are for each other. I don’t care that I’ll never be good enough for you or that we’re risking everything to be together. Your mother would never approve. Whatever. Fuck it all. You are fucking mine. And I’m yours. And we belong together.

I think the worth of a person comes more from who you are and less from what you are.

So this is my Pathetic Loser’s confession: I am Oren Tenning, and I have fallen. Hard.

That sucks. He can ask you out and take you to dinner and try to steal a goodnight kiss. He can go as far into it as you’ll let him take you. And I can’t even compete.

God, he looked good. Up close, from a distance, it didn’t matter. The boy didn’t have a bad side.

Oh, don't you smile at me with that milky grin, you lucky shit. There's no need to rub in it. I know where that mouth's been." "Pick!" I rolled my eyes. He sent me an innocent glance. "What? He's clearly rubbing it in.

Tink, you are the best thing that's ever happened to that kid. I don't care if he only has one day left with you or twenty, you just keep doing whatever you're doing until you have to go, and I will forever worship the ground you walk on. Because a little slice of heaven is better than none at all.

I don't think humanity just replays history, but we are the same people our ancestors were, and our descendants are going to face a lot of the same situations we do. It's instructive to imagine how they would react, with different technologies on different worlds. That's why I write science fiction -- even though the term 'science fiction' excites disdain in certain persons.

Eva was right. I could never deserve you. You’re too good for me. You’re out of my reach. You’re…you’re Reese Randall.” “You’re wrong. I’m not.” I wasn’t really Reese Randall, and I certainly wasn’t out of his reach. “All you have to do is stretch out your hand, Mason.” Pressing my palm against my chest, I whispered, “I’m right here.

Kage— the man I’d only hours ago claimed as my soulmate, the man I’d changed everything for, the man I felt like I would die without seeing for eleven days— was walking out of my life. And all I could do was lie there in my parents’ backyard, with my pants around my knees and my heart in my throat, and cry myself dry.

Don't imagine she trembles over the dissecting table either, Smith. She has nerves of ice. Real Good can be as ruthless as Evil when it wants to accomplish something, let me tell you.

Ten shot her a glare. “Zip it, shorty.” “Shorty?” Reese gasped and set her hand over her heart. “I’ll have you know I’m two inches taller than Eva.” “Wow, I’m so impressed. I think I just pissed myself from excitement.

So, how’s Tenoline these days?” He arched a curious brow my way. “Or do you guys go by Caroten? I wasn’t sure exactly how you were shipping it.” I snorted and rolled my eyes. “It’s Oreline, motherfucker.

I couldn’t wait to meet his cherry-popping, cougar pimp landlady again. Said no one ever.

Everyone feels, Aspen. Some are just better at covering it up.

Hey, where are you going?" His voice, confused yet curious, called after me. "Hey. Why didn't your mother name you Maybe, or We'll see, or What's-Your-Number? That way, we could call our first born Absolutely.

How can I help you through this? What can I do to ease your pain, because I swear to God, I’ll do anything.” Absolutely anything. She set her hand on her heart and looked up at me, her eyes filled with so much emotion, I swear, some of it overflowed, spilling into me. “Just love me,” she whispered. “I do,” I promised.

It made me think all the nowheres and even the nobodies of the world might stand a chance after all

It made me want to close my eyes, and just… liquefy.

What if...fuck, I don't know. What if it's worth risking everything to be together?

I want you to tell all these people that I wanted more time to spend with them. Tell them I meant to, tell them I wanted to hear what they said and tell them what was on my mind.

I don’t know who I am anymore. But I know I still love you. I always have, and I always will.

You're quirky ... and yet conventional. Innocent but worldly. Reserved yet outgoing. Candid yet guarded. Trendy but also practical. And childlike while still managing to be mature. It's like ... you're the perfect contradiction.

I think I’m going to like you, Pick Ryan.

What the fuck have you done to me Caroline? … Why couldn’t I stay away from you? … Why can’t I get enough of you? … What do I want to own every fucking piece of you?

Do you feel that? Do you feel what we do together? This isn’t normal, Aspen. We are a force of fucking nature.

Anyone have a hatchet handy? … Because I’m feeling the compelling need to hack a bitch.

Lick you later, baby.

He touched me with such reverence, his fingertips light and curious as they cruised up my spine while his mouth was bold and knowing, his tongue lavishing taut, puckered skin with deadly precision.

So...goddamn...good. But I don’t want it to end yet.”... “Oh screw it.” I dug my fingers into his firm ass and moved with him, urging him to quicken the pace. “We can have long, drawn-out slow sex later.” He groaned again, though this was more like a whimper. “Promise?” I nodded. “Yes. Yes. Right now, just light me up. Please” “On it.” His hips slammed against mine. And...damn.

Kissing you, wanting you, just being here with you while I’m legally bound to another woman…that’s not what I should be doing. I won’t want to belong to her in any way when my heart is yours.

Funny thing about those Middle Ages, said Joseph. "They just keep coming back. Mortals keep thinking they're in Modern Times, you know, they get all this neat technology and pass all these humanitarian laws, and then something happens: there's an economic crisis, or science makes some discovery people can't deal with. And boom, people go right back to burning Jews and selling pieces of the true Cross. Don't you ever make the mistake of thinking that mortals want to live in a golden age. They hate thinking.

Fucking goddamn shit motherfucker. It really is you.

I love you … With every beat of my heart, I am yours.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.” - Jess C. Scott, The Intern

But I’m going to do it. I just...want you to know that I’m coming, Tatsumi. And that I’ll fight for you, as hard as I can. I’ll free your soul from Hakaimono, one way or another.” My chest felt tight. No one in my seventeen years of existence had cared so much to try to save me. I was nothing; a weapon of the Kage, trained to kill and to obey.

This right here—every single piece of you—is very precious cargo to me. If anyone mistreated it, I’d lose my shit. You’re not just my best friend, you’re my sanity. You’re priceless, Sarah.” Closing

Don't be ashamed of being a big, soft teddy bear, Ham. The world needs more people like you, otherwise it'd just go to shit. - Ten

Yeah, it’s true. I’ve got a boyfriend. Outside of the octagon, outside of this business, he’s my world. Nobody even comes close.

I have no idea why you tried so hard to save me,” I murmured into her hair. “But I’ll be forever grateful you did.” Smiling at me, she just said, “It’s because you’re worth it.

Rational was for people who didn’t have a broken heart.

want to save lives, but art, like the stories you want to write...that’s the kind of stuff that makes life worth living.

Begin at the beginning,” the King said, very gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” - Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

I melted, my emotions softening into this huge, gooey ball of adoration. I wanted to laugh and cry and hug him until I decided having a boyfriend who slept with scores of other women for money wasn't really that big of a deal.

He caught my hip, steadying me. “This’ll change everything,” he broke away from my mouth to say. “Once I’m inside you, you’re mine, I’m yours, and we are together. There will be no friendship and mild dating. It’s going to be all or nothing.” I gazed up into his eyes. “Then make me your all.” His eyes heated. “You always were.

Excuse me? Are you saying I’m not flirt-worthy? You know, I am almost already down to my pre-pregnancy weight, and my breasts are like twice the size they normally are. Any other heterosexual man on earth would totally hit on this right now.” “Tink, you are the most flirt-worthy girl I know,” Pick spoke up … “Get yourself something to eat. Then come back and sit by me. I’d be happy to hit on you.

We might not stand a chance, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop craving that connection we share. It’s so fucking strong, I’ve been willing to… God, I would do anything for little stolen pieces of you, Aspen.

I love that smile," I admitted. "I want to steal it for myself so you'll never be able to smile at anyone else the way you're smiling at me right now.

Oh, whatever,” I said into her ear. “You and I both know I was never going to pay you that twenty dollars.

She arched and moaned out her need. “Oh God, Oren”. I wanted to tell her I loved it when she said my name like that. But I just sighed. “I know, right? I’m really good at this.

England was a cold, backward, rebellious little kingdom. It's king: Henry the Eighth, remembered principally for his six wives and the chicken legs clutched in his fat fists.

Something about guys showing their soft side always made me feel all sigh-worthy.

If you want to see me that bad, then come over and see me already, Jesus Christ.” “Fine,” he said. “Be there in ten.” I snorted. “Why not make it five, you clingy son of a bitch.” “In that case, I’m already outside your window. Open up.

I'm never one, distinct color but a dichotomy of dark and bright. The hues follow me, reflecting my mood, displaying every tone and shade I feel. I can breathe in red and exhale blue, or swim in green and dry as a rainbow. It all depends on how I choose to react to every shadow and light beam headed my way.

His sense of responsibility toward his family was everything to him. Everything. He didn't care if his obligations made him do things that caused him to feel trapped or had him feeling dirty until he hated a part of himself. He wasn't going to stop taking care of Dawn and Sarah in the only way he knew how. He had sold his soul to ensure every bill his mother forgot to pay was taken care of, even the fricking babysitter's bill.

I didn’t care. The spider was still alive and that was not cool. “What am I supposed to kill it with?” he demanded, looking harassed. My hysteria rising to titanic proportions, I shrieked, “With your big freaking foot, you idiot. You have what, like, a size twenty shoe. Smash that thing.” “I wear a size twelve.” He scowled, clearly

Where’s my girl?” she asked. “She’s back in the office, still looking for her panties.” “Pick!” Gasping, Reese smacked his arm. “That was way more than I wanted to know.” He just chuckled and brought attention to his pocked as he stuffed a peek of cloth deeper out of sight. “So I really shouldn’t tell you she’s not going to find them, huh?

You, me, together,” he said, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “Permanently, being as clingy and possessive, jealous, space-invading boyfriend and girlfriend as we want, because this is happening. We are so fucking happening together. Whether you like it or not, you’re mine...just as I’ve been yours for years. So...do you got all that?” - Brandt

Ryder: “Well, you’re not the type I want to be my first either.” Grace:“What?” Ryder: “You’re the type I want to be my last. You know...the settle down and marry sort. If you’re my first, then I won’t get to—I don’t know—sow any wild oats or anything.

Why the hell did you think I was calling you?” “I assumed you’d accidentally strangled one of your whores to death, or something equally kinky and awful, and you needed help disposing of the body.” She yawned and glanced around. “So, where is she?” I stared at her, touched. “Would you really help me bury a body?” That was so fucking sweet. If Gamble ever gave me his blessing to bang his sister, I’d be all over her so fast.

No matter what happens tonight, don’t ever change, okay? You are fun and sweet and amazing just the way you are. You make the world a better place because you always find the bright side. You are the bright side. And if I’m ever going to make it through this, I need to know you’re out there, still glowing and making the world bright.

Noel pointed. “You need to get laid. Bad.” Hart wiggled his eyebrows. “Let me borrow your wife for an hour, and I will.” With a frown, Noel opened mouth to reply, but Hart quickly added, “Or your sister.” A passing Ten slapped him on the back of the head. “Dream on, fucker.

Do you want me or not?” His eyes flared as he looked into my face. “You know I want you. That’s the problem. I want you but I can’t have you.” I set my hands on my hips. “Well, you already have had me. Repeatedly … We’ve already established how thoroughly you can have me. The question is…are you going to keep me?

What we’re doing is wrong. Making it a one-time deal is wrong. Trying to convince ourselves it was dirty and tawdry and something to be ashamed of is wrong. It was the best damn sex of my life, Aspen. I felt connected to you, like hell, I don’t know. I wasn’t just getting off in some random girl; I was sharing something deep and meaningful…with you. I don’t care how many school policies tell us no. I’m saying yes.

I reached out and petted the length of it with two fingers as if timidly greeting a live, rabid animal. Sweat beaded on Mason's brow. He looked tortured, but he appeared to love every second of his suffering. "You are such a comedian. You know that's not what I meant by touch it. It's not a freaking dog." "Um, no. I'd say this thing is more the size of a bull.

I can’t do it,” he rasped, hissing out a great heaving breath from his lungs. “You were right. I can’t shut it off. I can’t stop loving you.” “I know, baby. I know.” Cupping both my palms around his face, I wiped more tears off his cheeks with my thumbs. He sobbed out his distress as he leaned down onto me fully and pressed his forehead to mine. “I missed you so much.

I know you worry about getting older, about not being the prettiest guy in the room anymore." And I worried about aging, but not how he thought. I had never presumed I was prettiest, just one of many. My only concern now was that Sam Kage thought I was hot. "But there will never come a time when that will be the case," he said, pressing soft kisses to the side of my neck. I leaned my head back so he could reach more of my throat. "To me, Jory," he said, "you‘re more beautiful now than you ever have been, and I can‘t wait to see what you‘re gonna look like at forty and fifty and sixty, and God willing a lot more numbers after that." "Many after that," I assured him as my eyes drifted open so I could look up into his smoky-blue ones. "The most important thing is that you‘re mine, you belong to me," he said, his hands pressing me closer before he kissed me.

She murmured, “Thank you,” and stared at him with a pair of longing green eyes that made me want to reach across the table and thump Hamilton on the back of the head. Hard. Prime opportunity to kiss her, I wanted to tell him. Kiss her already. Why wasn’t he kissing her? God, what a pansy. Instead of kissing, they just kept staring until Ham blinked and then grinned. “Staring contest?” he offered. Dear fuck. Really. I groaned and covered my face. I was going to have to work on my boy big time … I might actually have to defriend him after tonight.

Hey, honey!” I called brightly. “You’re home early. And here I didn’t even get to put a bow on the gift I have for you.” Scotini glanced from Noel to me and then sent Caroline a scandalized glance. “Oh my God. Your brother’s gay?” Really? I turned to her too, and with the same tone, I said, “Oh my God. Is he fucking stupid?” She just sighed, looking a little ashamed, as if embarrassed she’d ever had anything to do with such a brainless douche. “Ten?” Noel strode over, scowling hard. “What the hell are you doing? Aspen called at work, saying you were beating the shit out of some stranger in our backyard. So, I come home to find this. Who is this guy?” I couldn’t help but smile. “Well, why don’t I introduce you, buddy. This here is Sander Scotini.” Noel pulled back in shock and stared at Scotini before a small smile lit his face. “Is he really?” I nodded. “And Sandy,” I said, picking the little shit up off the ground, by his hair. “Meet Caroline’s overprotective, homicidal big brother, Noel Gamble.

I wanted her and I couldn’t have her, so I fed the temptation, I flooded the craving, I would’ve fucking nursed the obsession from my own tits if I could’ve. I made sure I got little doses of her here and there. Except something incredibly enlightening happens when you spend enough time in one woman’s company. You start noticing shit about her, little useless crap that actually begins to mean everything, like how she brushes the hair out her face—even if there isn’t any in her eyes—whenever she’s unsettled, or how she chews on the end of a pen during class whenever she’s listening to something that captures her attention. You learn all her different laughs and know what each one means. You learn what pisses her off the most, or what makes her the happiest. You discover how smart and witty and sarcastic she is, and that her mind is almost as dirty as yours. You see how passionate she becomes when she defends those she loves, and you start to fall. Hard. So, this is my Pathetic Loser’s confession: I am Oren Tenning, and I have fallen. Hard.