Christmas Kitsch Quotes

“Seeing Oliver again—touching Oliver again—that was really all that was on my mind.

I threw open my door and tried to launch myself out of the car, but my seat belt brought me back with a jerk, and then I felt like a jerk, because, really, who does that? I unhooked my seat belt so quickly it snapped up hard, and the belt buckle caught my chin, and my elbow got tangled in it as I was trying to get out of the door and get out all at the same time, and . . . I sat back in my seat and took a deep breath, then looked at Oliver sheepishly through the open door. He was trying manfully not to roll on the ground in laughter. I could tell. I held up one finger, took another deep breath, and exited the car with slow, methodical movements before I hurt myself.”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch

“I’m sorry I left you at your dad’s.” Now his eyes narrowed, and I knew how pissed he’d been. “That was an interesting choice. Whyfor did you do that?” I sighed and turned off”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch

“It’s okay,” he said quietly. “We break one or two every year. They were Mommy’s—it’s like she gives us a way to let her slip out of our minds.”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch

“Pulling away felt like ripping my own chest hair out. (Hair. Singular. I didn’t delude myself.)”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch

“By the time the guys left that night, I had a dresser, a coffee table, and a mattress that had been inflated by all of us because the little electric motor kept spazzing out. (One of us would get light-headed midblow and tap out.)”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch

“Every night at eight o’clock my parents quietly retired, either to the den or the bedroom, where they would work or read or hang upside down like bats for all I ever knew about them. But not Mr.”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch

“Kill me. Kill me now. “I, uhm, well, I haven’t done anything that could get him pregnant?”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch

“This time it was longer, more drawn out, pleasure being dragged down a gravel road.”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch

“Yeah,” Joey muttered. “For one thing, she voted Republican. I can’t stand that shit.”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch

“WALKED in three days later, and he was tied to the bed while a girl was tickling him with a feather. And sucking his cock. “But…,” I sputtered, after closing the door behind me.”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch

“And I'm not going to be my dad's clone. And women don't turn me on. And Oliver is my home." -Rusty (Christmas Kitsch)”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch