Gay Fiction Quotes

“It started to rain suddenly and ferociously as they pulled up in front of Rose’s house. A mist covered the truck. It was as if a fire hose had opened up on the dusty, dry earthen roads. The smell of moist earth and damp, pungent flowering trees gave off the last bit of heat from the former Carolina summer sun of a few minutes ago. Now cooled suddenly by the rainwater, an immediate fog to rose off the hot metal of the truck and the soil. It was impossible to see more than a few feet in the formidable rain and sudden fog.
Rose pulled Carmen to her and wrapped herself around her, one hand playing around through her T as she kissed her, one hand pushing gently at her pants.”
― Cassandra Barnes, Secret Love

“A couple hours went by, and the storm began to turn back to the sea. The dark clouds rolled away, leaving white, fluffy ones in their place. We were safe, and the rock in the distance was still there. We stepped out of the car and walked over to the rock, noticing the families of seals were back again. The seals were strong and ready to make it through any storm that would fall their way. My parents’ love was still there; that is what love means. I envy that love, and I hoped to find it someday... and I did.”
― Joseph McGinnis, This Shadow Follows Me

“Gay life is this object out there that’s waiting to be written about. A lot of people think we’ve exhausted all the themes of gay fiction, but we’ve just barely touched on them.”
― Edmund White

“Upon Hirotsugu’s birth, the Fujiwara clan made great plans for his future, and I watched from my throne of skulls behind the kagerō veil and laughed and laughed and laughed.”
― Xia Xia Lake, Shinigami

“His body was sweet and clean smelling. As she finished [massaging his dislocated shoulder], Fay bent and gently kissed him on the neck, that part where the skin is so soft abd sensitive, midway between the angle of the jaw and the hair line at the back of the neck. He opened his eyes, startled, then smiled as he murmured, "Oh! It's you. That's all right." He folded his arms about her, bringing her head close to his, then like a contented child sank into a deep sleep. His clean body odor gave her keenest delight. She hesitated to attempt to alter their relationship, and possibly lose him entirely. He had accepted her as a pal, that she would be.”
― Robert Scully

“Touching her fingers, touching skin to skin. Her mouth, her breath, the shape of her flushed face. A tender hand on a naked waist, exploring the new feelings. The inner-soul scent of her hair, burying your mind in it. Inside of me, always inside of me. Memorizing the feelings and perfumes. Something one can keep. Carmen thought, Trust… Something growing. Something true. Something reaching out.”
― Cassandra Barnes, Secret Love

“That was when I saw their hate come out. They fought on the front lawn. Balloons and my birthday cake stood witness as I watched every regretful blow from my mother. I knew my sister was at war with my mother, but I never knew what her cruelty was capable of. My mother’s military was larger than Jayme’s. My mother already had my father, and she had her five children, including me.”
― Joseph McGinnis, This Shadow Follows Me

“May magmamahal din sa’yo, huwag mong ipilit. Hindi porke gusto mo, makukuha mo. Hindi porke nakuha mo, gusto ka na.”
― Taga Imus

“Face a man with death, let him come out shining, and you might call his bravery simple. Face a small town boy with fame, love, and death, all before legal drinking age, and you will call it anything but simple.”
― Jim Provenzano, Now I'm Here

“Then, she stepped hard on something soft.
“Ouch!” exclaimed an urgent, musical voice behind her followed by another blast of that scent. That voice rang out in the night like a small bell. Damn, thought Carmen. These late-night stragglers always show up just as I am closing!
“We’re closed,” she commented impatiently, not even bothering to turn around. “I can’t get you anything, my cash register is empty. And, I definitely can’t get you any gasoline. The pumps are shut down.”
“You’re on my foot!” said the small, feminine voice again, protesting more loudly. “Get off!” The girl laughed. The street lights came on, as if the pressure of stepping on this person’s foot had turned them on. Carmen laughed at the synchronicity. She felt a small hand on her waist as she moved her foot off the soft place it had landed. It had been years since she had felt a woman’s touch.
The feminine voice said quietly, “That hurt.”
Carmen whirled around to face the girl she had stepped on, and almost lost her balance. Her eyes met the huge violet eyes of the most beautiful country girl she had ever seen standing directly behind her. Obviously, she had stepped on her. She apologized until she was speechless. Then, she coughed and indicated her truck.
The girl had straight, healthy blue hair, delicately shaved over one ear and well-done light makeup with a few rhinestone studs in her ears and nose. Carmen had sucked her breath in audibly at the girl’s appearance. This diminutive girl was stunning. She was a real beauty, set in the dark country night like a diamond against the warm obsidian of the sky. And that fragrance!”
― Cassandra Barnes, Secret Love

“Drank red wine with fish if he wanted.”
― John Northcutt Young, DEARLY BELOVED

“Over the years Breece had lectured that truth was liquid. That it evaporated in the heat of passion, froze in the cold of fear, and bent itself around virginous, unpurposeful fibs. It could churn and pull you under, drown you in itself, or let you ride upon it like a surf. But truth was always relfective. It showed blackheads and blemishes, fat rolls and sags, scabs and scars. Truth was fearful, angry and dangerous, and that was why so many people did their utmost to avoid it.”
― Brandon Shire, The Value of Rain

“In his eyes, those dazzling near-black eyes, more important to me than our love or lust or friendship, was a look of pure trust.”
― Jim Provenzano, Message of Love

“But in general, who’s to say what’s not gay enough? And how do we even raise that question without raising the far more perilous one of, “Is it too gay?”
― Christopher Rice

“The avenue seemed full of gay people these days, persons as happy as she. At intervals were stationed the mounted traffic police. Their splendid figures, their neat, well-fitting uniforms, their highly polished puttees protecting perfectly formed legs, the thigh outlined by pressure against the horse's side, all combined to make a picture which she found irresistibly appealing. She found herself looking for the mounted police. She formed preferences for one or the other. She thought of the Aztecs with their idea that men astride of horses were some kind of god,and she smiled to think that her poetic sense was interpreting these horsemen in the same light. She liked especially to view the officers from the back, the torso, the carriage, the outline of the leg all accentuated.”
― Robert Scully

“You are sure you mean bliss?'

'Yes, an island or some place where we could all live or go to easily whenever we pleased and do all the things we wish to do without thought of the narrow-mindedness of others.'

'You are asking too much. Oh, for the Isle of Crete! You are wishing a return to the good old Pagan times when all honor was paid even to prostitutes.'

'No, not asking too much, just asking for a natural morality, a thing which varies with each bird, beast, and human and for which due allowance is not made in lawmaking.”
― Robert Scully

“In the end and in the beginning, there was only love. But more, obviously...intelligence, wit, laughter, touch, wisdom, strength...so much more. ”
― Cassandra Barnes, Secret Love

“I should probably back out now before this blows up in my face. Then again, I look good with char marks on me. Yup, I’m so lighting this fuse. - Gucci, from "The Tiebreaker”
― Billie Bloom

“I can't just wish for the future; I have to take risks to create it”
― Adam Silvera, They Both Die at the End

“Heute, morgen und für immer.”
― Elya Adair, Melodie der Asche

“It was as if he was doing it on purpose...
Hiding his beauty away from the world”
― Emir Darlov, It's Just The Two Of Us Now: An Emir’s Oasis play by Emir Darlov

“This first meeting with a strange man was almost prophetic. For the rest of her life she was to meet his kind, wherever and whenever she travelled--always seeking her and the favors she could bestow.”
― Robert Scully

“The professor would describe all sorts of aberrant types, their prominent, wild eyes, their too thick or too narrow chests or hips and their too thin or too heavy leg muscles; he would illustrate the swagger of the feminine type and the mincing short-stepped swaying gait of the masculine, the fluttering, so called; he would tell of their nocturnal amusements and occupations, and when he had finished he had so enthused his entire class that they were ready to go down town and start a laboratory course at once.”
― Robert Scully

“Have a sense of humor. Remember, Gawd must have his little jokes on the human species."

"I feel bitter, bitter against the half-men who make our laws. Come on, let's legislate against the tides too."

"Be practical," suggested Miss Bull-Mawgan. "The only recourse is to see that every ecclesiastical student is properly seduced, and thus liberalized. The pulpit, after all, makes the laws in this country.”
― Robert Scully

“Empires come and go. Chanterelles are timeless”
― Sylvain de Ville-Amois, The Chanterelle Chronicles: A Myth

“Find the Seventh Sister,
And the girl shall be,
Your spiritual guardian,
For eternity.”
― Andrew J. Peters, The Seventh Pleiade

“Face a man with death, let him come out shining, and you might call his bravery simple. Face a small town boy with fame, love, and death, all before legal drinking age, and you will never call his bravery simple.”
― Jim Provenzano, Now I'm Here

“I was a theatre queen before I had pubes. My teen summer tans were
as pale as unwashed muslin and my skin as cool as the air-conditioned
theater where I hid. In secret moments, wrapped in musty curtains or old
costumes, my heart fluttered with uncontrollable surges of heat, passion,
and hope.

Some may say a life in the theatre can ruin you. I say it was my
salvation. In the days when walking down the street or by a playground
might leave me with a bloody nose or a hurled insult that hurt even more,
the theatre was my refuge, my shelter.”
― Jim Provenzano, Finding Tulsa

“A good book was like a fondly remembered lover. You could think back and say, yes I enjoyed it, it was satisfying, and even, if only fleetingly, it may have touched your soul.. You could recall the good bits and overlook the faults, and even when it was cast aside, you could think of it with affection."

The Day Before You Came. Chapter 36. Alistair Sutton”
― Alistair Sutton, The day before you came

“A good book was like a fondly remembered lover. You could think back and say, yes I enjoyed it, it was satisfying, and even, if only fleetingly, it may have touched your soul.. You could recall the good bits and overlook the faults, and even when it was cast aside, you could think of it with affection.”
― Alistair Sutton, The day before you came