Fire in the Hole Quotes

“He held her sleepy hand and tried to pretend she was his girl.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“He held her sleepy hand and tried to pretend she was his girl.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Get me your manager.” Dove held her head high and tried to seem older and more self-assured.

The teenager barely registered her request.

“Do it now. My friend here is about to crap his pants. Do you want to smell it?” Dove slapped her hands down on the counter, snapping the life into the girl. “Do you want to smell his shit?”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Thank fucking God. Christ, sorry about praying with “fucking.” Shit! Sorry about saying “Christ!” Shut up, Dove. God hates you.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“I want to tell you to leave. To go—because you’re too indecisive and it hurts me,”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“You have no clue how to treat her. So you can be happy she’s not mine all you want, but I would never tweet her that I’d be spending a weekend with my ex-girlfriend. Because if she was mine? Nothing would ever be more important than her. Nothing. You take this ring that tortured Dove yesterday and stuff it up your ass. And baby girl?” Now he looked into her eyes. “You remember that he may have all those good looks, but I’m hung like a horse and everything you do is okay with me. Even when you crap your pants.” Out of nowhere, Duke put his hands on either side of her face and gave her a full lip-to-lip kiss. And it turned out that Johnson was still holding her ass cheek.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Man, I look ugly when I cry.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Duke, you asshole. I want to go to a wedding about as much as I want to stick dynamite in my pussy, drink lighter fluid, and hump some flint.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“There, that’s better. I want to do this with you looking as God made you. Shannon whatever-your-middle-name-is Tinker, I’ve never been normal. Not one single day on this planet. But last night? When you clapped for joy at my newfound, piss-soaked balls? My heart stopped. I couldn’t even think—my mind stalled. I have never seen anything more beautiful than your face in the moonlight as you clapped for my crazy. Please, let’s be stupid together, stupid for each other, stupid for the rest of our lives. Be my queen, officially. With you here, even this tremendous dung pile looks like a kingdom to me.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Dude. I bet you eat it like it's a buffet that's about to close.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Come here, sweet cheeks. You know how much we love the tongue wrasslin’.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Do you take it in the pooper?”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“or hit you in the turd hole by accident.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to pull my date out of the garbage.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“I want to knit each of your sperm a little jacket so they never get cold. I need a repeat of our night together. I want you to check out my prescriptions to make sure there are no conflicts. You. I want you.” Dove lifted her hand very slowly to Johnson’s face. It seemed sexy and sweet, but really she just wanted to make sure she didn’t poke him in the goddamned eye.

Johnson looked as if she’d spoken a hundred languages at once. But then his expression transformed. She could tell he understood that she wanted to be with him all the time.

“Dove, me? Really? Duke’s got the hugest arms.” Johnson held open his arms for her.

Dove jumped into them and snuggled the love of her life—and vagina—so hard he gasped. “Yes, but you have the longest fingers.”

Johnson pressed her back against the half-wall and braced his arms on either side of her waist. Dove gasped as the thrill of being so close to the edge of the roof ran through her. He ignored the drop and watched her eyes.

“May I kiss you, Dove Glitch?” His lips were inches from hers.

“Anytime you want.” She waited as he brought to her lips the kiss that ended her story as an unlovable outcast and started a new one as a lovable outcast.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“You want to see what this is like? Then please don’t use your imagination. Use experience.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“He felt like he was losing a dream and a friend at the same time.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“That’s sweet. Nice of you.” Johnson put his hands in his pockets. Dove couldn’t help but wonder if he was massaging a sore bag of testicles. Dove looked around, and Johnson shuffled his feet. It seemed neither knew what to say, but she hoped neither wanted to part ways either.

Johnson’s default was always medical.

“How’s your infection?”

Die. Die. Kill me.

“It’s… cleared up… nicely.” Dove twisted her hand into her hair.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Shannon looked at the dumpy ruins around her. It was expansive and disgusting, but like a dog dump with a lace doily draped over it, there was beauty to be found”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Johnson leaned down and added his lips to her hopeful little pile of human tissue and transformed her mouth into a moaning, begging megaphone for her vagina.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Seriously, she’d been tricked into bringing him toilet paper on the crapper too many times not to know he was a little shortsighted.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“A put together Johnson made her vagina purr. Sloppy Johnson made it roar.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“His dick was hard as a rock and his heart was as soft as pudding for this girl.

She was taking deep, unhurried breaths when he quietly did as she’d told him. “I love you, Dove Glitch.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Nobody wanted to ride bitch to his own testicle festival.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Vhat is your nom?” Preston had a lazy eye, and the alcohol added to the lopsided effect of his gaze.

“Shannon Tinker, and I watch you like you’re a TV show.” Shannon added a bop to her stance, unconsciously dancing to the beat of the song constantly playing in her head.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“She could sit around listening to her heart breaking, or she could go watch a grown man piss himself.

“How crossed are her eyes?” Dove asked.

Duke gave her the shit-eating grin of victory. “So fucking crossed that she can see herself change her mind.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“You’re rocking the full monty? A fur bikini? A wheezing wildebeest? Well, I’ll be your fucking Hairy Plotter. Hold up.” Duke waddled around in his homemade nonsense and returned quickly with a tube of what looked like lotion. “This here? I used it on my face. Seven minutes and I was slippery like a nipple in oil.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Do you repel pants? Do they actually jump off you?” Dove cringed as she noticed his black socks.

“Pants are afraid of my dick.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Here’s the deal. We go in, you stand there like the asshole you are, and I explain you aren’t gay lovers with the pharmacist. Sound good?” Dove clicked her blinker on and checked her side mirror.

“All I heard was blah, blah, holding your dick later, blah, blah.” Duke rolled down his window and stuck his face into the night.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole

“Duke was already sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for her. She got in and started the car. Duke busted into a Slim Jim of his own.

“You hairy toad fucker. That stuff’s nasty. Your toilet must be like a nuclear reactor.” Dove turned on her windshield wipers as a light mist seemed to fracture the glass.

“I’m sorry, Whore Basket. I couldn’t hear you over the noise of you crapping your pants!” Duke took another huge bite and chewed the waxy meat like gum.
“This stuff is off the charts. I could eat vats of it.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole