Quotes by Thomm Quackenbush

When I see the moon on a clear night, I do say blessed be and I remind myself to be grateful to the universe that I happen to exist in such a lovely and wondrous world, even and especially as I can rattle on about magma cooling, abiogenesis, and natural selection.

Making love, sensing how he felt about her in the high tide of passion, seeing herself through his eyes, brought her to an ecstasy beyond words.

Owing to thousands of generations of over-justification bred into them to keep from the maddening awareness of the true composition of the world, people had a tendency to give themselves the freedom to do whatever Shane told them, as long as it did not conflict too much with their self-preservation.

Magic has its own weight, and that weight, the gravity of it, is pulling the fabric of reality like a bowling ball on a spandex sheet.

If I can alter my perception of the reality, I can change the reality itself.

If you get enough people believing one thing, its like reality bends itself to allow that to exist.

Maybe the world didn’t need witches and wolves, because the world itself did more to steal away the magic than fantasy ever could. It didn’t matter if one was disobedient, foolish, or unlucky, because the worst things just happened.

They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.

In an electroencephalogram… one of her seizures was almost identical to an orgasm... Nothing happened during a seizure that couldn’t happen outside one, except that Roselyn was not in control of it and it happened all at once. Since then, she had experienced hundreds of orgasms and dozens of seizures and, though she didn’t come close to finding the latter nearly as entertaining as the former, it was always in her mind. In the midst of Dryden’s often machine gun lovemaking or her own considerably more directed and soft ministrations, it was always in the back of her mind at the moment of climax—this is a tenth of a seizure, this is a fifth of one.

Nothing in my beliefs tells me to let my relationship with the divine interfere with romantic love, the friction of sects never getting in the way of the friction of sex.

Pagans earn their reputations for relaxed sexual mores, often in rebellion from the repression of their religions during adolescence. At a Pagan festival, one need only lower ones guard to be offered sex under the cloaking of the sacred.

Sex is usually cleaner than a blood sacrifice.

Aw, so he used you as a penis cozy and then left? Guys are pigs.

Sex was this primal connection like no magick she had ever known, even separated by a millimeter of latex. She knew that some combined the two and, while she could see how this would improve the magick, it would dilute the sex.

I was pure, before you defiled me, and dont you forget it. As though the concept of purity is anything more than the construct of selfish, competitive men stampeding toward the women to call dibs. Ill be damned if Im not worth stampeding toward, but the prize had better be me, hymen or no hymen.

It seemed inequitable at best that one could and did gain a reputation for things that left one both physically and emotionally unsatisfied.

There is little worse than when the person to whom you want to apologize is having great sex in your room.

Roselyn adored the scent of sex, the wafting aroma of angel fontanels before they earn their halos.

Private moments held not a candle to coitus, not even the expensive kind of candle that made the whole room smell of far off seasons.

Beyond these moments, she could hardly count the fumbling ministrations of boys in high school who, even to her senior prom, never went beyond sticky pleasantries. With one exception, it was just a sort of half-clothed handshake for bragging rights, none hers.