Cathy Yardley > Quotes

“If you can’t handle me in sweatpants, you don’t deserve me in stilettos,”
― Cathy Yardley, Role Playing

“Yeah," he said, rolling his eyes. "Because when I think 'game architect' and 'engineering,' I think 'extrovert.”
― Cathy Yardley, Level Up

“If the shoe fits," she ground out, "lace up that bitch and wear it!”
― Cathy Yardley, Level Up

“Start shit, get hit,” he replied,”
― Cathy Yardley, Role Playing

“I'm Tessa," she said. "I'm a friend of these girls. And I could ask who the fuck you are, coming over here, trying to be intimidating, and throwing your pitiful masculinity around like it's something to be either proud or afraid of, which is a joke. Since you obviously can't threaten anybody physically--I'm fairly certain Hailey here could pound you into a crimson stain on the pavement in a hot minute--you're trying to overcompensate by making veiled sexual and financial threats, acting like homosexuality is somehow an insult, and basically being an asshole." Harold”
― Cathy Yardley, Level Up

“To my mother . . . I finally get it. This raising kids shit? Is hard. Thank you for not giving up. To my father . . . I miss you, and I hope you’ve found peace. And finally, to my son. You are a weird, amazing, hysterically funny, brilliant person who has flourished in spite of my awkward parenting skills. I can’t wait to see where life takes you.”
― Cathy Yardley, Role Playing

“If Enron and Walmart got drunk in Vegas and had an evil corporate love child, Fiendish would be their rebellious teenage son.” ~Kate”
― Cathy Yardley, Temping Is Hell

“You can fuck all the way off.”
― Cathy Yardley, Love, Comment, Subscribe

“I hate when instruction books, blogs or well-meaning friends tell you “just get over it!” or “just write!”   Like that didn’t occur to you. Like all it would take is someone pointing out that say, you should just stop doing that thing you’ve been doing all your life.   “You mean I should just sit down and write? My God, that’s brilliant! Why have I not thought of this before? Thank you, oh sage guru!”
― Cathy Yardley, Write Every Day: How to Write Faster, and Write More

“It was like butterflies on meth in his stomach,”
― Cathy Yardley, Role Playing

“If you can't handle can't handle me in sweatpants, You don't deserve me in stilettos”
― Cathy Yardley

“Another moment of quiet. Apparently, when he decided to come out, he came all the way out. But ever since he figured out that what he was—whatever he was—was something that other people were too . . . it had been hard to walk back. He didn’t want to. It was like he’d known for years that there was something wrong with him—and now he knew there wasn’t, that this was a valid thing.”
― Cathy Yardley, Role Playing

“It sounds like ‘twee’, but it’s spelled T-H-U-Y.”
― Cathy Yardley, Prose Before Bros

“This was why she didn't make IRL friends. It was easier when she had a task, an assignment. When she was useful. Just asking for his attention felt wrong and twisted her already knotty anxiety into a braid.”
― Cathy Yardley, Role Playing

“She fucking loved kissing, the tactile quality, the taste and the feel and the way it made her body thrum. Too many men she’d been with saw it as an unnecessary appetizer, something that distracted from the “main meal.”
― Cathy Yardley, One True Pairing

“No. I don't need a lover right now."

"So, what do you need?" His voice was growly again, and she felt her heart pick up a beat.

She glanced around again — at the piles of papers covering the kitchen table, at the trash and the dishes and everything. Then she sighed.

"What I need is a wife.”
― Cathy Yardley, What Happens at Con

“I could ask who the fuck you are,” she repeated, with a smile as sharp as a razor, “but I’ve known a million guys just like you, and frankly, I just don’t care.”
― Cathy Yardley, Level Up

“I mean, I've been with women, and I enjoy them, but I have never been with a woman who makes me think, damn, I have to get me some more of that."

"Maybe because you're thinking of them as 'that,'" Jose said sourly.

"This coming from you, Jose?" Fezza said with a laugh of disbelief. "Mr. Tinder, King of the Horndogs?"

"I shut down my Tinder account," Jose said carefully.”
― Cathy Yardley, What Happens at Con

“You need to go. Now," she said.
So that's it?" he said with an indulgent smile. "Hit it and quit it?"
"I don't know what it is about you that makes my brain drip out my ears, but I swear, I'm not going to fuck up my degree because I found a guy with a magic cock. You got it?”
― Cathy Yardley, What Happens at Con

“She wanted sex, now. She wasn’t the “slow-montage-of-seduction” type. Given the guys she’d been used to hooking up with, she’d learned to be selfish. She’d graduated from the hard, fast, punk-rock school of fucking—get yours, before he gets his.”
― Cathy Yardley, One True Pairing

“Don’t be a dick, but don’t back down.”
― Cathy Yardley, One True Pairing

“Close-minded idiot. And like so many close-minded people, she can’t seem to be close-mouthed along with it.”
― Cathy Yardley, Prose Before Bros

“How did you meet him?” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Promise you won’t think me an utter nerd?” She quirked an eyebrow. “Well, no hope of that, honestly,” he admitted. “I was playing World of Warcraft online in London and met Fezza on a quest. We just hit it off.” “He helped you?” “God, no. He killed me and stole all my gear,” he said, surprising her, laughter bubbling to the surface. “Later on, I told him off and he felt a bit sorry, so he offered to let me join him on a mission in order to gain new, better gear, since apparently mine was crap. We wound up playing a lot, and then comparing other games, and emailing.”
― Cathy Yardley, Hooked

“These are people who are eager to complain (or brag) about what’s going on in their lives, but when the conversation shifts to you, they become uninterested and suddenly need to go.”
― Cathy Yardley, Write Every Day: How to Write Faster, and Write More

“Behold. I am Kyla Summers, she thought haughtily. Queen of No Fucks Given, Slayer of Entitled Douchebaggery, First of Her Name. Silently, she dared any of them to say otherwise.”
― Cathy Yardley, Game of Hearts

“I don't know that we have anything else to say," she said. "You said that we don't have a relationship. I've got too much shit, too much baggage. And you're through being domesticated," she said. "I'm not looking to domesticate you. You don't want to be in a relationship? You’re the one who pushed for one. You want everything your way. You think it's unfair that you do what women have been doing for centuries — being the helpmate, being the one who actually gives the support and the shoulder, who bears the burden quietly. Too much for you? Fuck. Right. Off.”
― Cathy Yardley, What Happens at Con

“He pulled away, staring into her eyes, panting slightly. "You sure?"
She tilted his head, her eyes looking deeply back into his.
"Stop being the gentleman and fuck me."
His eyes widened, and his grin was like heaven. "Yes, ma'am.”
― Cathy Yardley, Level Up

“I would rather eat my own intestines than cross your threshold.”
― Cathy Yardley, Role Playing

“You aren’t going to throw yourself at one of those bloody fools,” he growled.

“Why? You won’t allow it?”

His eyes flashed . . . then he closed them, taking several deep breaths. “No. Because the woman I . . . know,” he said, after a pause, “wouldn’t sleep with an ass just to spite me.”

She smiled weakly, knowing he was right. “You’ve got a high opinion of yourself,” she teased.

“No. I’ve a high opinion of you.”
― Cathy Yardley, Hooked

“having people over at all house very day of the week.”
― Cathy Yardley, Level Up