Poughkeepsie Quotes

“He kept his head down in what seemed to be a prayer. “He counts. You’ve smiled at him four hundred and forty-six times as of a few minutes ago. He announces the number every time I see him.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“You make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all. You make it hard for me to breathe.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“He moved to her earlobe and breathed, “First, I will blow, then I will lick, last I will bite.” Blake took his time blowing an elaborate pattern on her stomach, and Livia was pretty sure he’d spelled the word torture.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“I feel like I've always loved him, and now I just got lucky enough to find him”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Livia held her spatula as Blake whispered in her ear. “I see us just like this a hundred years from now, old and deaf. I’ll be the luckiest man.”
Emotion caught her—this was all she wanted. Simple, beautiful frittata moments with this man.
“Someday, Livia, I’ll be man enough to buy the food,” he continued. “I’ll give you an oven. I’ll try so hard.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Hello, beautiful Livia," Blake answered.

"How did you know it was me?" Livia saw her wide smile in the rear view mirror.

"The phone looked sexier when it rang.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Don't tie your success to anything other than what's inside you”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Holy fucking dogs! You scared the uterus out of me!”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Beckett's probably the hardest man there is to love," Blake said. "He does life wrong for all the right reasons.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“It was like he’d just discovered fire, and she was the main ingredient.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Oh my God! I'm engaged! I'm marrying Cole!"

"What?!" Livia squeezed her sister hard. "Let me see. When did this happen? Did you tell Dad? When is it going to be? How did he propose?"

The men stopped their congratulatory handshake to stare at the speed-talking ladies.

"Last night, not yet, four weeks from today, naked!" Kyle blurted in response

The girls became a moving, jumping circle of hug.

"Cole, you popped the question in your birthday suit?" Blake teased.

Cole put his face in his hands. "Did not think she would share that bit of information.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Simple shit makes this chick crap bubbles and rainbows" -Beckett”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“We’re going to find your hobo. We’re going to work hard—work nights. Liv, we’re going to put our balls into it.” She hugged her tightly.

“When did we get balls?” Livia loved her ridiculous sister.

“Just now.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“What do you have there?”
Mouse perked up at her interest. “I’m making ski masks to have on hand for bank robberies. Last night I finished the fingerless mermaid gloves for Eve. She likes her fingers free for gunplay.”

Mouse’s needles clicked together in a peaceful rhythm.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“In his head Beckett put the two of them in a big snow globe with glitter that he could shake when he wanted them to fucking sparkle together. Perfect in their condo with a dog and a kid and glitter.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“He gripped the edge of the desk. “I’ve done my best to make sure my brothers have no blood on their hands,” he said with menacing quiet. “I’m going to hell for all three of us.” Beckett said defiantly.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“"that moment... that moment out there?" Blake pointed at the bed of army jacket, grass, and mint. "I've pictured it in my head for months. Months! I knew it would never really happen, but it kept me going. The beautiful, smiling girl would look at me like a man-a man worthy of her body, worthy of her kisses. Do you realize what a fool I am for hoping?"”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“If I told you once, I told you a million times: you’re a handsome motherfucker. I’m almost gay for you.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Blake Hartt, I choose you. I deserve you. I want you.” Livia proved it by kissing his cold lips until they were warm.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“As Blake leaned down to accept her hug she whispered, “Remember when you and Livia tried to hog the spotlight at my wedding? Just when you and Livia get to the good part, Cole and I are going to have porno sex right there.”
She pointed discreetly at the spot to Blake’s right, and he couldn’t help but laugh.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Beckett pulled Blake’s face back to look at him and held it in his hand.
“Never alone, bro. You’re never alone as long as I live.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“I’m making you my wife right now, even if you cry through the whole damn thing.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“And I will never, ever lose count.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“But Blake infused hope in his music. Love was the only song he knew how to play.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Beckett started the Hummer and texted Eve:
Tak4e Ur Cloth3s OFF Im on my qway
Her reply came back quick as lightning:
Take ur clothes off and f*ck yourself.
“One way or another, this chick is gonna kill me,” Beckett growled as the Hummer roared away.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Eve held his eyes and confidently licked the length of the razor-sharp blade with the tip of her tongue. Red blood beaded up on her tongue, and she licked her lips, giving them a fresh coat of color. Eve used the knife to blow a kiss in Beckett’s direction and disappeared into the crowd. Beckett forgot to keep dancing. He stood stock still with Kyle still twirling around him.
Eve had just f*cked his mind so hard, he wanted to smoke a cigarette and cuddle like some soap-watching woman.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Livia, you make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Don't ever die in my head again. Please, never again,”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“After soft kisses, they pressed their hands together palm to palm. The tingling scattered all over Livia's body, warming her.

"Do you feel that?" she whispered with a smile.

His lips moved in his silent count. Blake wrapped his fingers around her hand. She copied the movement. Their hands together now resembled a heart-not a cartoon rendering of the shape, but a real human heart.

He touched her lips with his and murmured, "I've been feeling it since you first smiled at me.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie