Quotes From "The Muse" By Jessie Burton

A piece of art only succeeds when it's creator...possesses the belief that brings it into being Jessie Burton

Like most artists, everything I produced was connected to who I was - and so I suffered according to how my work was received. The idea that anyone might be able to detach their personal value from their public output was revolutionary. Jessie Burton

I’m doing the absolute opposite of giving myself away. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll be completely visible. If the painting sells, I’ll be in Paris, hanging on a wall. If anything, I’m being selfish. It’s perfect; all the freedom of creation, with none of the fuss. Jessie Burton

I felt nothing change in the room, except the shock of my voice alone and the peculiar euphoria one feels in the wake of applause, feeling at once cheapened and triumphant. Jessie Burton

A Depressive?' 'Smiles in ballrooms, weeps in bedrooms. Ill in her head.' Olive tapped her temple. 'And here.' She touched her heart. Jessie Burton

She had never had a friend like this, in her private room, combing her hair, listening to her, talking about silly nonsense and the uselessness of one's parents; how the future was perfect, because they hadn't lived it yet. Jessie Burton

..[A]s much as she burned to come, she wanted Olive to know without a doubt that this–that they–were about more than sex. She whispered, “On that note, I haven’t forgotten that I owe you a very fancy, very private dinner date.” Clearly pleased by the comment, Olive caught a lock of her hair and gave it a playful tug. “As much as I appreciate that, right now you’re all I want to eat.. Kate groaned at the sensation of yet more wetness seeping from her body, drawn out by Olive’s blunt language and the slight pain of having her hair pulled. She ducked out of Olive’s grip, shooting her a mock dirty look. “Keep doing that and you’ll really have a mess to contend with.” “Promise?” Olive’s eyes flashed with pure, sinful mischief. “Now will you please sit on my face already?. Meghan OBrien

I couldn't stay away from her. Kenya Wright

Promise me you won’t run off in fear. Kenya Wright

I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.” I raised her off my shoulders, lowered her to me, and guided her legs around my waist. “Why did you take so long to come to me?”“ If I knew you were here, I would’ve come so much sooner. Kenya Wright

You're going to ruin me. Kenya Wright

We filled the night air with light and shone brighter than all those millions of glittering stars watching us from the sky. Kenya Wright

He’s not going to stop this. He’s really going to kill himself. Kenya Wright

Fine, I’ll live. Just give me time to fill the void you left. Kenya Wright

My love, one day, you are going to be my wife. Kenya Wright

Moaning, she melted into my arms and molded her body against mine as if giving me permission to take whatever I yearned for. And I will. I can’t think of anything else. The ocean waves crashed against us. That cool water rose up to our knees. All was forgotten in those sweet kisses–lips gliding against lips, wet tongues twisting and exploring, hungry hands and taunting fingers. Fireworks of lust and need exploded inside me. . Kenya Wright

When I arrived at her door, with the weight of the entire world on my shoulders, she drew me into her arms and eased all my stress away. She comforted and spent time with me when she didn’t have to. She didn’t know me at all, had no idea who I was or what I intended for her, whether passion or pain. But her heart led her forward, that beautiful heart I wanted for myself. So when the moment came to kiss her, as we stood in the water at the beach, I seized it like a desperate man. I was a mad one on the edge of insanity and she was the tonic I needed. Kenya Wright

Are you both drunk?” I headed up the ladder and propped myself on a swing with no problem. “Correction, dear brother.” Hex held one finger in the air. “We’re exquisitely tipsy. There’s a difference. Drunkenness is done at a shady bar, in ugly clothing, surrounded by the mundane. While exquisite tipsiness is performed in an art setting among geniuses.”“ Thanks so much for the distinction.” I rolled my eyes. Kenya Wright

I didn’t understand what was supposed to happen from our swinging, but the need to make her happy bloomed in my chest. Kenya Wright

Are you both drunk?” I headed up the ladder and propped myself on a swing with no problem. “Correction, dear brother.” Hex held one finger in the air. “We’re exquisitely tipsy. Kenya Wright

Art isn’t a means for income when it comes to Hex. He would do it if he was trapped on an island by himself or the richest man in the world. For him, art is like breathing. He just has to do it. Kenya Wright

Their faces showed beautiful smiles boasting magnificent teeth. Their skin gleamed in the perfect lighting. Even their scarred flesh seemed to hold its own intricate designs, as crazy as it seemed. Luscious curves still decorated their hips and the swell between their legs. They were striking and endearing like a tribe of taunting sirens on top of a cliff in the middle of the sea. I gazed at them for longer than I should have… . Kenya Wright

Nothing is bigger than art. Kenya Wright

I know you've been through an ordeal, but you don’t want to start drowning yourself in liquor. You’ll find that it’s easy to do, but by the time you realize it could start to be a problem, you’re already over that cliff. Kenya Wright

We all came to watch her die. Kenya Wright

1) Everyone nodded in silent agreement, and then one by onedisappeared into the castle’s dark shadowswhere night met blackened airand creepy thingswhispered the most haunting words into the wind. Kenya Wright

What made a movie buff different from others was the amount of freakish details they chose to fill their heads with. The typical movie-goer remembered the big lines, the ones that you could find on the film’s shirts and posters. Just a bunch of tag-lines used for promotion. A true movie buff memorized the odd ones that said more about the story’s theme or characters. A true buff read up on the movie’s history. Kenya Wright

…I craved to stroke that delicate skin and run my fingers through her tresses as she moaned with hunger. I would grip a thick section of her hair in my hands, wrap it around my fingers, and take her from behind. And she would scream my name. Kenya Wright