Feast of Sparks Quotes

“If we deserved the blessings we got, they wouldn’t be blessings, they’d be results.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“but there was only one thing more powerful in life than fear and that was the agony of wet denim.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“…All things seething and saturnine eventually burned off like fog, but arrogant dispassion could roll across galaxies unabated and arrive at destinations light years later, still potent with condescension.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“Turn around,” he says in a low voice that rolls through every secret place I have. “Hands on the wall.” “Becket,” I breathe. He looks at me like I’m the communion on his altar, the thing waiting to be made holy flesh. “Turn around,” he says again. “And you will see what comes of kissing a man marked by God.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“The soul of you, Poe, is a soul made for living, and living hurts most of all”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“Yes, love meant hell to pay sometimes. But love also meant hell had the brightest ribbons and seams of heaven woven in, because could it really be hell if someone who loved you refused to let you hurt alone?”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“I want more than lasting. I want endless. I want forever.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“We’ll never get close enough until we’re crawling inside of each other, and even then there will be no squeeze too hard, no thrust too deep, no tears too scalding, because nothing will be enough until we’re twined tighter than the thorns around the chapel. So tight that God himself couldn’t pry us apart.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“but here and now, I am his supplicant, I am the unworthy worm on the steps of his temple, and the dazzling, dizzy clarity of that intoxicates me.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“But I can give you something else in its place, something you’ve chosen. And maybe I can’t carry your pain for you, but I can tuck you into my arms and keep you safe from everything else while you feel it.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“If I could rearrange the world for you, I would,” he says. “I’d rearrange everything.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“So my ancestors were only sometimes murdery,' Auden says, not sounding consoled.
'I think everyone's ancestors were murdery if you go back far enough,' St. Sebastian says.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“I close my eyes, wishing there was some kind of nap you could take where you fell asleep and then your problems were all solved when you woke up. Murdered moms. The men you love hating each other. Getting fingered by a priest in the village church.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“Shorter,” she gasps. “Grind me against you—oh fuck, that’s it. That’s it.” She practically climbs me as I obey her, using my grip on her arse to move her like she needs, rubbing her hard little bead against me with every stroke. She hoists herself higher to get the angle she wants, she squeezes those soft thighs against my hips as I fuck her through the rip in the middle of her tights, she wraps her arms ever tighter around my neck and bites my earlobe. And then I hear kissing.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“and seeing Auden was like touching one’s tongue to a battery—pleasantly unpleasant. A shock one couldn’t help but repeat over and over again, as if expecting each time to be different.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks

“I’m nothing anymore, I’m not Proserpina, I’m not a librarian, I’m not a girl who loves summer and the smell of books, I’m not falling in love with two men, I’m not a bride or a saint or a goddess. I’m not a daughter. I’m simply . . . broken.”
― Sierra Simone, Feast of Sparks