Rie

“I know I get you to myself all the time, but… but….” There was an uneven touch in Quentin’s hair, and Quentin almost stopped breathing. “You’re the only thing I’ve wanted. I wanted my degree, but, you know, that came sort of easy. I wanted a business, and we’ve done that. And the whole time… hell, even before we had our first class together… before
our first study group, before we got dorm assignments… all I wanted
was you.”
― Amy Lane, Gambling Men

“I’m a real bastard without him,” Jace apologized, and Nick
gulped some water and nodded.
“Yeah, I hear that. Why?”
Jace looked at him in outrage because the question was… was
self-explanatory. “Because! Because he’s… he’s Quent!”
― Amy Lane, Gambling Men

“Because whenever anyone gets within a ten-foot radius of him, you go insane.
Any time someone even dares to suggest there’s anyone in his life other than you, you go insane. Any time he’s not within touching distance, you go insane. And any time you think he’s falling away from you, that he’s not there, you go insane. You’ve put your whole life into him; what do you think that means, Jacob? How can you possibly explain that and not make it sound like he’s the axis your world spins on? Because if you can explain him away, and everything you feel for him away, then I’d like you to tell me how you function without a heart.”
― Giselle Ellis, Take My Picture

“Quent pulled back and smiled. “You’re going to have to bet that
this thing you feel, this thing you know I feel, that it goes beyond us. You’re going to have to bet that love’s a deep hand, Jason. That there’s
more to life than numbers and research, more than just the cards you see. You’re going to have to bet that when the players are off the table, the game’s still there. Can you do that?”
― Amy Lane, Gambling Men