Best 23 quotes of Julio-alexi Genao on MyQuotes

All the enormous machines that keep full Citizens comfortable far above us in their glittering towers, all the infrastructure of power, of fuel, of commerce and industry—all of it happens below. Made possible with our hands. With our bodies. With our lives. I would have done anything to escape. I got my chance. I made it out—but the price was loneliness.

But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.

don’t tell me not to drink. not to smoke. not to grieve. if i speak of these things it’s because i have to— but i am not speaking to you.

I couldn’t make myself move from the bed. To reach for you. I’d known this moment was coming, and now that it had arrived I found I had no strength in my limbs. Only my voice. Only words. Asking you to stay.

I didn’t know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do. I knew what I was supposed to do. But I didn’t know what I was going to do.

I know you’ve forgotten me, but I’ll remember you as long as I live.

I loved you even when you forgot me. And—for a little while—you loved me back.

I was asked a series of questions. What did you see? Why are there no files in the video archives? How did the assassin escape? I lied every time.

I wanted to take your hand into mine and kiss it. I never dared.

I watched you roll off me and step away from the bed in silence, but when the heat of your body was gone, I wanted it back.

My skin hungered for you. You were warm, and alive, and in my bed, and I wanted you so bad I could feel the ripple of need on the pads of my fingertips, on the palms of my hands, on the skin of my back, at the base of my cock, inside my ass— I wanted the taste of you in my mouth.

Not your distress. Never that. I loved— I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few new bruises.

people say life is short. life's not short—it's long. the memory of a human being: that's what's short.

So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.

That’s why I was calm. When you woke me in the middle of the night with your hand around my throat, and I thought I was going to die for bringing you home—that I had given my life to lie down next to a murderer—that’s why I was calm. Because all I was thinking in that moment was that it was worth it.

The best sci-fi stories use the fantastical to remind us of the reality of who we are today, the hope of who we may become tomorrow, and the shame of who we were yesterday.

the only thing worse than a bigot is an “ally” who can’t stop congratulating themselves on their enlightenment.

The second day, I watched you suffer through one of your nightmares, but this one was worse than I’d seen before. You called out another man’s name.

They’d come for you, and this time they’d come with weapons. I was afraid of that. For you. But not of you. Never afraid of you.

what it is is the memory of a dance a song you heard long ago to hear it is to be young again and for once for once you are happy

You don't get to choose who turns you into a maniac. They just do, and you're just fucked, and the rest is just damage control.

You’re safe, here.” “But you are not,” you whispered. “Not ever. I forget. I forget and then I’ll—I could kill you.” When I didn’t reply, you dropped your head again. I almost missed it when you murmured, “I always kill them, in the end.

You were the monster, but all I could see was the boy.