Written on Your Skin Quotes

“—that if she touched him right now, their flesh would recognize each other. The wildest thought: these scars, his and hers, would speak to each other, communicating intimacies that could not be unshared.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“If you bring out the worst in a man, that doesn’t mean you’re to blame for his sin.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“She had told herself she should be reassured by his squeamishness; a man who balked at scars would not give her new ones. Now she suddenly wondered if she’d had it wrong. A man without scars would always underestimate their value. He would not see them as marks of courage.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“A warm breeze scudded through the crowd, perfumed with celebration: burnt sugar, the sourness of beer, the warm, golden scent of hay. Here was life in all its sweetness, surprising her when she least expected it, twisting forethought into revelation, reminding her that plans sometimes proved unnecessary, that occasionally everything came together spontaneously, as though the universe were an ever-resolving pattern that wanted to please her in the end.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“a small mole marked the corner of her right eye, as if the devil had pressed a dark kiss to the tender skin there, giving her his mark before unleashing her on humanity.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“The sunny scene looked impossibly vivid, as though painted in primary colors by an artist who hadn’t yet learned how to shade; it should trouble him, it really should, that he felt so goddamned alive. Was he never going to learn subtler pleasures?
Miss Masters seemed to feel it, too. She wrested free of his hold,skipping ahead a little, then spinning back to face him. Her eyes were as blue as the sky behind her, her hair as bright as the sun; she was not a subtle pleasure herself.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“Miss Masters was not content with threatening to hire away his staff, oh no. First, she had to perfume it.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“An illusion of control is still only an illusion.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“Prepare for the worst, and pursue the fun: this was her philosophy”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“she had, after all, been raised among wolves, or in America; he was not sure there was a difference”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“He thought back to the first moment in Hong Kong when he had wanted her and recoiled. That, perhaps, was when his poles had shifted. Missing the small signs, focused on other aims, he had reviled himself for wayward urges, mistaking them as signs of his own weakness. Had he realized then that she was well worth wanting, he might have found the courage to do what came to her so naturally: to look around a locked room, and see opportunities worth breaking windows for.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“I'm so sorry. I read of it only yesterday. Otherwise, I would have come sooner.' And what good that reassurance was, he had no idea. I would not have come if her were alive, but I would have come at the very moment of his death, had I known of it. Yes, that must be very comforting to her.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“Her every fidget gave him a sweet little nuzzle, and God almighty, did she fidget.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“Here was life in all its sweetness, surprising her when she least expected it, twisting forethought into revelation, reminding her that plans sometimes proved unnecessary, that occasionally everything came together spontaneously, as though the universe were an ever-resolving pattern that wanted to please her in the end”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“A monopoly on knowledge is tantamount to a monopoly on everything else of value”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“The cat's tail was straying into her face again; she was forced to expel air in a most unbecoming fashion to avoid a mouthful of hair.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“There had seemed no other way to view her, not until that moment when he'd fallen from the window. Rude shock: running down the lawn, the turf exploding from the bullets’ impact, he had wondered, only once and without understanding his own feeling of loss, exactly what he was leaving behind.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin

“Six hours’ uninterrupted sleep each night, correspondenceanswered promptly, tenants provided for, base temptations avoided,swearing curtailed, regular visits to church—this righteous routine kepthim on track, but he began to think it could not transform him.”
― Meredith Duran, Written on Your Skin