The Scotts Quotes

“Minutes later, the door flung wide and Ben drew in a ragged breath with a decent attempt to control his lungs. “All done? You cough for the nice lady?”
“Yeah, it was everything I hoped for and more. Where have you been?”
Ben hacked and then cleared his throat. “Art building.”
Art…? Ben really wasn’t the artsy type. “Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Cam leaned toward me and whisper-hissed, “It’s the gayness.”
Ben scowled at his brother. “Yes, all gays have an affinity for art. We lose control of our bodies and are pulled toward it like a tractor beam.”
Eyes of warm whiskey glittered up at me as Cam kicked his legs out, landing on the carpet. “Told ya.”
― Donna AnnMarie Smith, The Silent Cries of a Magpie

“Stepping out of the kitchen, Ben glared at him. “I have no problem kicking your ass.”

“I’m sure there are a lot of things you like to do with asses.”
― Donna AnnMarie Smith, The Silent Cries of a Magpie

“Next time, I’ll get a male stripper. All parties should be equal opportunity hard-ons. What do you like? Cops? Firemen?”
― Donna AnnMarie Smith, The Silent Cries of a Magpie

“Good God!” Lids sliding closed, he moaned. I think I was witnessing a foodgasm and it was far too similar to another gasm I never wanted to hear from my father.
I should avert my eyes. This shit would scar me.”
― Donna AnnMarie Smith, The Silent Cries of a Magpie

“Leaning back, she studied me, knuckles brushing along my jaw. “You’ve turned into a man overnight, it seems. Just yesterday, this face was three years old with a samurai turtle Band-Aid on your cheek.”
“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Mom. Way more awesome than samurais.”
“You’re right. Ninjas have masks and nut chucks.”
Any other time I would have laughed. “Nunchakus.”
“I know, but you definitely did some damage to your nuts that I think you should get checked out before you have children. I meant to tell you years ago.”
― Donna AnnMarie Smith, The Silent Cries of a Magpie

“It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that I’d been denied this. It wasn’t fair that I knew the second this was over, I’d miss it so much it would hurt.
In another lifetime, one that wasn’t so cruel, the Scotts could have been my parents. What that would have been like to be given smiles instead of bruises. To be embraced in a hug and not restrained for a punishment. To be read a bedtime story instead of hiding in my closet until I knew I’d be spared. To be snuggled with and not left in the corner, cold and ignored. They would dry my tears instead of causing them. They would speak words of love and not ones to wound my soul. And when the nightmares came to haunt me, their arms would have held me tight and protected me instead of becoming the very thing I ran from.
But life was cruel and these parents weren’t mine. I’d only known hurt and loneliness. Scars had marked my skin instead of kisses. Words of hate had filled my ears. Fear was my world and every waking moment was the nightmare.”
― Donna AnnMarie Smith, The Silent Cries of a Magpie

“Will there be anything else? Want to know my blood type? Time of the month? Social security number?”
Thinking that over, I nodded. “And your astrological sign would be helpful.”
“If you want to know any of that about me, it’s time you get a hobby. Maybe start a navel fluff collection, take up extreme ironing, or dress like a pirate.”
“I’d make a damn fine pirate.”
― Donna AnnMarie Smith, The Silent Cries of a Magpie