Alexis Hall Quotes

The future is terrifying because it's full of stuff, not because it's empty.

Behind my eyelids, I saw him dancing in spirals of coloured light, emerald, blue, and brilliant purple, enfolding him like the wings of an electric angel.

Thank you, " I said bravely, dropping the syllables cleanly, like marbles, and secretly full of the most pathetic pride imaginable. I had spoken to strangers.

We are all the playground of angels and demons.

There’s risk inherent in most things that matter.

I'm not trying to upset you. I just think it's about time you move

This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I'm supposed to just walk through them.

His attention. Sweet and intense at the same time. Like a barley sugar I could untwist from its plastic and hold in my mouth. A flood of secret pleasure.

It's not what you do, it's what it means.

Love doesn't just go away when it becomes inconvenient.

I have a sort of . . . thing, I suppose, for certain words. They spark inside me, somehow, turning me to touchpaper, but I don't know what they are until someone says them.

In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.

And when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears,  but it’s as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.

And now he smiled at me. All teeth. The way only people who hadn’t learned self-consciousnessknew how to smile.

It's ironic, since they're supposed to be immortal, but vampires are kind of like small businesses: half of them go down within their first year

I thought of Marius. Wild, wonderful, Byronic-fantasy Marius, who had somehow found something he wanted in the everyday quietness of me. Until he hadn't.

There had been a subtle realignment of the spheres. The world was somehow a place I could endure again. If life was a grey corridor lined with doors, it was now within my power to open some of them.

Days passed in a grey fog. I was becalmed. Without energy, without hope, with no sight of land, I could remember feeling better but I somehow couldn't believe in it. There was nothing but this.

When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I had ever really thought like that. Self-recrimination inevitably followed.