Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Derek Raymond

Quote by Derek Raymond

Work

The Crust on its Uppers

Browse quotes and source details for this work. more

Author

Derek Raymond
Derek Raymond

Derek Raymond, a British writer born on June 12, 1931, and died on July 30, 1994, is renowned for his crime novels. His unique style and deep insight into the psychology of crime have earned him a dedicated following. more

You May Also Like

“I let one of the men rename me. A man gave me the name Rose – you didn’t know that, did you, Poke?…He said, this man, he said that Kwan was too hard to remember, even though it’s a good name and it means ‘spirit,’ and that the rose was the queen of flowers and I was the queen of Patpong.” She laughs, rough as a cough. “The queen of Patpong. A kingdom of whores and viruses. Death with a smile.”

ThrillerBangkok ThrillerEdgar AwardPoke Rafferty
Book:The Queen of Patpong
Create image

“To think about our bodies as horses to be ridden or even temples to be occupied, is to create a duality between our thinking and our body. It is like a tourist who arrives in a wild forest in his or her Recreation Vehicle. We have all see those campers with their televisions, and so on. Are they experiencing the nature around them? They have an insular experience, that is, camping without getting their hands dirty.”

NatureSufismDualityCampingBody And MindInsular Existence
Book:The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis
Create image

“I don’t play games to get women naked.” My heart thumps harder in my chest. I take a breath. “What do you do to get them naked?” He stares at me so long; I forget to draw breath. Everything grows fuzzy as the room blurs until I can’t see anything but his face. With an animalistic growl, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me so hard the floor shifts underneath me. I moan softly as his hands travel up my back until he’s gripping the back of my head. Bliss surges through my body as I slide my hands over his muscled arms, and feel his skin rise at my touch. He shifts his weight and pulls back, looking flustered as he stares at me. “I shouldn’t have done that. Sorry,” he says. But I’m not. I’m not sorry at all. When he moves, I grip his shoulders so he can’t move. “If you hadn’t done it, I would have,” I whisper. My stomach flutters as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him towards me. “Do it again.” There may be hell to pay if we get caught, but if he keeps kissing me like I’m his, I really don’t give a damn. Just for the weekend, I can be someone else. Someone without a care. Someone who lives in the moment and forgets about all the work waiting for me. Inside this cabin, in this beautiful place, with a man who sets my skin aflame, I can be as raw and as honest as I want.”

Romantic SuspenseCowboy RomanceSteamy RomanceFemale Detective
Book:One Wild Weekend with Tyler
Create image

“...for Hobie, who sorrowed over these elegant old remnants as if they were underfed children or mistreated cats, it was a point of duty to rescue what he could and then with his gifts as carpenter and joiner to recombine them into beautiful young Frankensteins that were in some cases plainly fanciful but in others such faithful models of the period that they were all but indistinguishable from the real thing. p452”

HumorLiterary Allusion
Book:The Goldfinch
Create image