Sophia Soames > Quotes

“Mark nodded. “And you should take Hugo. Get some sea air in his lungs. Get shat on by some seagulls.”

“Bloody seagulls.”

“Sandy beaches, open spaces. Who needs shit like that?”

“Nobody,” I agreed. “Fucking nobody.”
― Sophia Soames, Skin and Bones

“She works out naked?” Pontus asks, and gosh, there is a little color in his cheeks, which is kind of cute. And good. So, he has blood behind that pale skin of his. He’s obviously not a vampire then. “Of course, although you will probably find this weird. She puts on a sports bra for the running machine because she says she hates having her boobs flap around.”
― Sophia Soames, The Naked Cleaner

“Yeah, I know. I’m weird. I’m a mixture of a red-blooded Latino from my Chilean mother and cold-hearted Viking from my dad, but in reality, I feel like a confused mouse most of the time. Perhaps a mouse mixed with a bit of a sneaky fox. Because I do have my moments, and I can be confident and sassy when I need to be. That is all my parents’ fault – my parents who are full-grown, twenty-four-hour naturists.”
― Sophia Soames, The Naked Cleaner

“Just like that, I was exposed and helpless and being blown apart by the man I apparently couldn’t resist. The man I disliked to the point of not doing my job properly.”
― Sophia Soames, Taste

“You are everything they said you were. You’re enchanting and free-spirited and funny and different. You’re everything I am not, and I love that. I got to work, and all I do is look for you because if you’re there, my life is worth living. That’s how I feel. About you.”
― Sophia Soames, Taste

“Yeah, I know,” I sighed. It’s like the worst romcom of nightmares and all that, but there will be none of that shit going on. Your virtue will be perfectly intact by tomorrow morning, I can guarantee that.”
The room has one bed and a comfortable chair –”

“Only. One. Bed.” He snorted a giggle.”
― Sophia Soames, Taste

“It might surprise you to hear this, but if there’s one person I trust to look after the person I care about most in this world, it’s you. I trust you to love the shit out of my boy, and not hurt his shitty little heart. I know it will be messy because, yeah.”
― Sophia Soames, Taste

“I was also on the verge of a full-on nervous breakdown. Ready for the nuthouse, me. Psych ward. A straitjacket. The end of all things good. Mabel Donovan had not only lost it, but they had also realised that they were…
I wanted to scream. I wanted to hurl myself into the river. Even my internal monologue couldn’t find the right words.”
― Sophia Soames, Sleep

“Come on,” I said, taking the flowers from him. “In you come.”
I sounded like my granny, and not in a good way. Next, I'd be calling him poppet and force-feeding him stale sweets from the eighteenth century.”
― Sophia Soames, White Noise

“I didn’t want you to be on your own.”

“I’m fine on my own.” Exactly the response I would have given had I been in their shoes. But I wasn’t, and even though my stomach was churning, I felt in some kind of control, like I could still steer this situation home, dock it gently in a place where I could walk away unscathed. The problem was, I didn’t think I wanted to walk away unscathed. I wanted to hurt and bleed and heal and scream and—”
― Sophia Soames, Sleep

“All the muddled feelings. All the regret. I wasn't worthy of friendship, and I definitely wasn't worthy of someone to walk me home holding my hand.”
― Sophia Soames, Taste