Sweet Sin Quotes

“For those who prefer the violent, broody villains. May you find your Kallum Anderson.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“I know she memorized the pages torn from it at an early age. I know she pours over every book of poems she can find from the public library, trying to recreate the same feeling my copied words elicited in her as a child.

I also know she won’t find that feeling elsewhere, because it’s not in the words, it’s in the gesture.

Poetry gifted, not poetry borrowed.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“You’re mine, my little Persephone. If not in this life, then at least right here and right now.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free? — John Keats”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“I came to ruin her, but the destruction here tonight has only been my own.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“My obsession, my ruin. My Persephone. The one woman I’d kill to have rule at my side.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“every time I’ve ever touched myself, it’s been to the image of him.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“Make me.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“Even now, as I wrench my fingers between the lips of a man who’s done my employer wrong, reveling in the way his jaw pops as it yields to me and shoving the green silicone dildo from his bedside table down his throat, I can feel a piece of my mind trying to reel me in.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“God-damnit, little one, you’re asking for trouble.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“Either you are poetry, or you aren't. You can't fake it. Can't fake the things you feel in the very thread of your soul.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“sit in this field of dead grass and flowers readying for the spring bloom, wondering how it is they find it in themselves to grow in spite of opposition. How they can continue on, even after they’ve died for the season. What makes them want to press forward? What’s so great about the earth that they return?”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“Either you are poetry, or you aren’t. You can’t fake it. Can’t fake the things you feel in the very thread of your soul.” The thread of your soul.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“She tucks light brown hair behind her ears, rubbing her thumbs over each lobe twice, before her hands drop to her sides. It’s a calming gesture Nonna taught us when we were kids, insisting the ears are the gateway to healing the rest of our bodies. She’d say the things we allowed ourselves to hear had the potential to poison our minds, and that once the mind was poisoned, it was a slippery slope before the rest of our bodies wilted as well.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“There’s an evil presence inside Mateo unlike what I usually see in my father’s men. It’s cruel, wicked, and seeking a vessel to mold and possess and pour himself into. The kind of monster that develops out of boredom and a false sense of superiority, not because he truly enjoys the darkness.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin

“Touch has a memory.

O say, love, say,

What can I do to kill it and be free?

—John Keats”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Sin