Jay Hogan > Quotes

“Well, Mr. Samuels, news flash. You don’t get to decide what I feel or where I am in my sexual awakening. You only get to decide if you want to be part of the ride.”
― Jay Hogan, Unguarded

“Mostly my dick had given up on me, fully expecting the last post to ring out at any moment, whereupon it would be rolled up and packed away, only to be brought out on special occasions as a kind of memorial.”
― Jay Hogan, Off Balance

“You’ve been in my head from the minute you first kissed me and threw me against that damn wall in that car park over a year ago. Yeah, it’s been hard between us, I know that. But it’s been hard because it mattered—it fucking mattered, Reuben, it always did. We knew we had something from the start, and all I ever wanted was all of it. Every real, messed-up, glorious second of it. A secret slice, eaten in the closet, was never going to be enough for me—not of you, not of us.”
― Jay Hogan, Crossing the Touchline

“But I am fifty-five, sweetheart. If I’m a catch, it’s only because my hips won’t let me run fast enough to get away.”
― Jay Hogan, Foxed

“Miller might be gay, but he’s hardly a spokesman for our ever-expanding alphabet of genders and sexuality.”
― Jay Hogan, Against the Grain

“Stop catastrophising the finish line when you’re barely out of the blocks.”
― Jay Hogan, Foxed

“Now, head down the hall and to the right before you say something you’ll regret.” Mark eyed him up and down. “Like that horse hadn’t already bolted from the stable a paragraph or six back.”
― Jay Hogan, Up Close and Personal

“That’s Dunwoody’s beat you can see snaking up directly behind the house. You’ll hear that name a lot as it’s one of the most frequently used tracks on the station. It branches in three directions over the back of the hill. But the most frequently used access way is the river track. It follows the Glendale River along its shingle course and eventually crosses over to where the mustering huts are situated. That part of the station leads to the summer altitude pastures which we muster in two stages because of the sheer acreage involved.”
― Jay Hogan, The Art of Husbandry

“He looked impossibly young and vulnerable, in that way people did when all their walls crumbled at their feet and the universe seemed trustworthy, if only for a moment.”
― Jay Hogan, Unguarded

“But I didn’t do any of the things I needed to. I just sat there and returned Nash’s stare, my heart thumping in my chest like it was about to burst through my ribs like a stupid teenager about to have his first kiss.”
― Jay Hogan, Foxed

“Whoever said sexuality was a choice, I needed that fucker’s address and a suitably sized cactus to shove where the sun don’t shine.”
― Jay Hogan, On Board

“And just like that, the two words burst onto my tongue, and thirty years of silence and secrets went to hell. “I’m . . . gay.”
― Jay Hogan, In Step

“promise to always circle your light in whatever waters we find ourselves in. I give my heart and body to you, and I promise to hold yours safe in return. Will you marry me?”
― Jay Hogan, Off Balance

“Nick Fisher. Fifty-four. Silver-fox gorgeous. Smile lines to die for. Exasperating. Intriguing. And sexy as shit. Temptingly seductive in that prickly, abrupt, bordering-on-rude, don’t-want-to-want-you, and certainly don’t-want-to-need-you kind of way.”
― Jay Hogan, The Question of Us

“The single-level stone and weatherboard”
― Jay Hogan, The Geography of Happiness

“The words rolled off his tongue and straight into my rugby shorts with barely a polite introduction. Not that any was needed, apparently, judging by the happy dance going on down there.”
― Jay Hogan, Off Balance

“It wasn’t in any sleek silver-fox, GQ, do-you-like-my-Rolex kind of way. But in that nerdy, still-waters-run-deep, and would-you-please-put-your-glasses-on-before-we-get-into-bed kind of way. Way, way better.”
― Jay Hogan, The Meaning Of You

“twelve-year-old boy who didn’t fit in, and just wanted to be left alone to dance, still hurt right down to his gay little toes.”
― Jay Hogan, Off Balance

“Besides, I wanted the pain. I wanted to hurt. I wanted to drown in my memories and my guilt until I couldn’t fucking breathe. What I didn’t want was Madigan’s green eyes offering me any kind of solace or lifeline.”
― Jay Hogan, The Meaning Of You

“It was as if he thought words too precious a commodity to dispense willy-nilly, with no thought to their value. I imagined him reading a book in the same fashion. Slowly. Relishing every word like a fine wine. Paying attention not just to the words but to the cover and the pages and the crafting of the whole thing. The thought made me smile.”
― Jay Hogan, The Meaning Of You

“I was a book-loving homebody who didn’t even like leaving his front door, not Indiana fucking Jones.”
― Jay Hogan, The Question of Us

“Jesus George. I was pretty sure my tongue disappeared down the back of my throat to lick my arse,”
― Jay Hogan, Off Balance

“We’d been together, slept together for three weeks, give or take. Ever since my kidnapping and the takedown at the marina.”
― Jay Hogan, The Question of Us

“The locals call my vet partner and me the Teflon twins. Get us on a rugby field and we can’t land a ball to save ourselves”
― Jay Hogan, The Art of Husbandry

“not ten minutes late, it’s”
― Jay Hogan, Off Balance

“I was reminded that many things said in the warm flush of attraction don’t survive the cool thrust of reality.”
― Jay Hogan, The Question of Us

“Choosing to live a quieter life did not equate with being or feeling old. All it meant was that you liked living a quieter fucking life. I was that person at twenty-five and I was still that person.”
― Jay Hogan, The Meaning Of You

“I don’t believe we’re born with a finite amount of love in our heart and when it’s gone, it’s gone.” I kissed him again. “I believe love begets love. The more love you give, the more you have to give. It’s like the best fucking miracle.”
― Jay Hogan, The Question of Us

“And in the male corps change room, you can barely turn around without being stabbed in the eye by someone’s dick.”
― Jay Hogan, Off Balance

“The man was an adorable grump with a finely tuned capacity to carry a grudge.”
― Jay Hogan, The Meaning Of You