Hawk Quotes

“She was brand new and he was death.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“A man once said the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I was his test guinea pig.”
― V. Theia, Tracking Luxe

“He watched with his predator eyes.
The hunger in them unmasked.
He was addicted.
He kept right on feeding his filthy obsession, and he didn’t care.”
― V. Theia, Tracking Luxe

“He felt at peace knowing his little bit of a thing was safe and recovering inside.”
― V. Theia, Tracking Luxe

“He was less than the dirt beneath those princess shoes. He'd always known it and still ... his c*ck turned to steel thinking of the smile she sent him. She was a torturer in a tiara.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“Dangerous when he wanted to invade her personal space like he had the right to without fucking regard for if she wanted him there.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“Hawk was on the dark side, walking a fine line when his body responded to just how he wanted to ruin the girl.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“Too far down that rabbit hole, wrapped in an unhealthy addiction,”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“The devil couldn’t walk into a holy house and not expect a few flames.”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“For what it was worth he already knew he resembled a pissed off serial killer most of the time, he was completely fine about it, it kept people away.”
― V. Theia, Tracking Luxe

“Jesus fuck. I’m sitting right fucking here, Prez. Maybe shelve the porn a little, yeah?”
― V. Theia, Tracking Luxe

“Hawk always smiled when he broke bones, he said he liked the sound they made, but who could hear a bone cracking when the recipient was too busy screaming his fucking head off.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“Hawk wasn't a normal man, nor a man with a virtuous compass, he felt nothing most of the time, no guilt, regret, he flicked people off like gnats neither bothered nor caring about them.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“He thought he could hate her.
That little bit of a thing had gotten under his asshole skin a long time ago when he hadn't been decent and wouldn't get the fuck out.
He didn't want to feel.
He didn't want to feel her.
Only he did.
In all the filthy ways he could think of to mess that little bit of a girl up.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“He was a mortal man with more flaws than bones, shackled to a fantasy of his own nightmare making.”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“His little bit of a thing was an addiction he shared with no one.”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“His own personal siren nightmare. What else could it be when his body only sparked alive when it was her.

She made his lungs work, his heart beat.

It was a goddamn disease is what it was.”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“He wasn’t good. He was a goddamn cruel bastard.”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“He got the deviant joke loud and clear, the one about the biggest head case craving the taste of a psychiatrist. The little bit of a thing was smarter than most.”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“There was some biblical irony in that somewhere only Mary Magdalene would understand hitting above her weight grade.”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“Hope was a weak rebellion not meant for the likes of him.”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“Hawk's belly sunk hollow, black and empty, much like his chest that corroded desire into something nasty and wrong. Hawk paced until his knees creaked, glaring down at his phone like he could reach through and touch what he was forbidden to want.”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“She infested his mind, thoughts of worshipping her in dark ways, her laugh would be his reward, her screams his payment for a man worthy of being in her fucking presence and not dying of overexposure to all that goodness.”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“Hawk was a fucking selfless savior, practically a saint. Where were his wings?”
― V. Theia, Preacher Man

“There's a superstition among falconers that a hawk's ability is inversely proportional to the ferocity of its name. Call a hawk Tiddles and it will be a formidable hunter; call it Spitfire or Slayer and it will probably refuse to fly at all.”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“At the wheel of his slow car, Bob Arctor forgot theoretical matters and did a rerun of a moment that had impressed them all: the dainty and elegant straight girl in her turtleneck sweater and bell-bottoms and trippy boobs who wanted them to murder a great harmless bug that in fact did good by wiping out mosquitoes - and in a year in which an outbreak of encephalitis had been anticipated in Orange County - and when they saw what it was and explained, she had said words that became for them their parody evil-wall-motto, to be feared and despised:

IF I HAD KNOWN IT WAS HARMLESS I WOULD HAVE KILLED IT MYSELF.”
― Philip K. Dick

“I have loved you from the moment you opened your eyes, and I will continue to love you long after I close mine. I will always be yours Aurora. I don’t exist without you.”
― Nathalie Saade, Poisoned Rose

“What the hell's wrong with you? You look like you're about to have a seizure." - Hawk

"If your halo shines any brighter, it's going to permanently damage my retinas." - Jace”
― Suzannah Daniels, Ignited

“Black hawk down.

Black eagle up.”
― Cass van Krah

“...he lifted the fat and frightened hawk onto his fist reciting it passages from Hamlet, Macbeth, Richard II, Othello-- 'but tragedy had to be kept out of the voice'-- and all the sonnets he could remember, whistling hymns to it, playing it Gilbert and Sullivan and Italian opera, and deciding, on reflection, that hawks liked Shakespeare best.”
― Helen Macdonald