Sonata Quotes

“How old are you, now? Thirty-six? Thirty-seven?” “Thirty-five.” “You act like a monk.” He snorts, which probably alludes to his bad, bad thoughts about sweet little Samantha.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“So do otherwise ordinary men turn into fools for women. Not women, plural. A single woman. She had been incandescent in the center of that ballroom. Utterly regal. Unfortunately, she’s also very much off-limits. The only way I know how to be with a woman is to fuck. Hard. Fast. And then leave. For reasons I haven’t quite deciphered, I don’t want to do that with her.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“If your own mother doesn’t want you, how can you ever believe anyone else would? Safer to hold everyone at arm’s length. Safer to flee the ballroom, tears in your eyes, dark curls flying behind her. It might not make sense to other people, but people who’ve been abandoned this way understand. It cracks the foundation of a person. It leaves a fissure that only deepens with time.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“The villain doesn’t get to keep the princess.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“She looks like a princess in the center of the ballroom. And the fucker holding her? He looks like a prince. I can’t ignore who that makes me in this story. The villain. The one who wants to drag her down to the basement where no one can touch her. Only me. The veneer of respectability wears thin. I’m bursting with primal impulse, with violent lust. I want to howl at the goddamn moon.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“The crowd has already swallowed her, greeting her, taking up her attention. I don’t begrudge them her time and space. I don’t begrudge them her music. I’m not so possessive that I won’t let her perform in whatever capacity, whether it’s in the violin or as the belle of the ball, but I want every man who admires her to know she goes home with me at the end of the night. For that matter, I want no doubt in her mind either. I may not get to keep her, but for right now she’s mine.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“Satisfaction suffuses my chest. The part of me that helped raise that young woman feels pride. The rest of me? Pure lust.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“In a study of music in dreams, nearly half of the recalled music was non-standard, suggesting that original music can be created in dreams.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“She works with athletic men in her fancy Cirque du Monde, but there’s a difference between muscles made for performance and those honed on the battlefield.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“That’s how you know you’re truly rich, I suppose, when there isn’t enough room on the walls for priceless art. It must be embedded into the house.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“I manage not to react to the word beautiful. “She’s off-limits.” An amused look. “I thought I noticed you acting like a wild animal downstairs. Such base instincts, my friend. I never would have thought you’d feel that way about a woman.” “She isn’t an ordinary woman.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“We aren’t together, but we really aren’t apart either.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“Rich classical music phrases, lasting 10 seconds long, cause the heart rate and other parts of the cardiovascular system to synchronize with the music.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“How about you and I drink a glass of port while the women talk about us? You can tell me how you almost died and I can tell you how I got married, and we can compare battle scars.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“Fransisco,” I say, clasping his hand. “I heard congratulations were in order, but I didn’t believe it.” A slight smile. “Thank you. My bride, Isabella Marie Castille.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“We make a fine pair, don’t we? Both of us hurting, both of us pretending it doesn’t hurt.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“What’s so wrong with loving someone?” Because you’re going to leave. It’s something I could never explain to her. It’s something she wouldn’t understand. A bone-deep certainty.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“Look me in the eyes. Say, I love you, Samantha Brooks.” Fuck. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for. Or maybe she does. It’s like the bottle of rubbing alcohol pouring over an open wound.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“I can’t make you play again.” He presses a kiss to my forefinger. “And you can’t make me heal. So we arrive at this impasse, little prodigy. How will it end?”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“How did he know that? Why did he say it? For the same reason I poured that alcohol on him. To hurt him. To heal him. The two purposes tangle together, opposite and equal.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“It’s the first time he’s touched me in passion since the shooting. The first time I’ve touched him back for the pleasure of it. There’s something darker about this pleasure. An undercurrent of anger that tightens his muscles. It isn’t only lust that moves us now. It’s something more primal.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“the irony. How can you learn about the world unless you fail?”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“living among people who speak a foreign language makes me appreciate the words we say with our bodies, our hands, our eyes. The urgency of desperation, the casual cruelty of indifference.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.” – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“It’s not the brilliant blue water or the fine-grained white sand that makes paradise. It’s the deep green of his eyes.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“I’m determined not to feel bad for her, but a little sympathy seeps in. The curse of being human, to feel empathy for someone else, even if they don’t feel any for you.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“The farther she goes, the more I feel the pull. Will it always be like this? A string from the center of my chest to hers. Is this love?”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“If your own mother doesn’t want you, how can you ever believe anyone else would? Safer to hold everyone at arm’s length.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“On the other hand, living among people who speak a foreign language makes me appreciate the words we say with our bodies, our hands, our eyes.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata

“I’m going to make a million mistakes, but I’ll do it with love. With adoration. With gratitude, if you’ll let me try.”
― Skye Warren, Sonata