Rupaul Quotes Novels & Stories

“Because it would be extremely stupid to reject someone the moon goddess created specially for you. I believe the moon goddess knows us more than we know ourselves. She knows the perfect soulmate for everyone. I'm sure everything would work out just fine. I would always appreciate whoever the moon goddess mates to me. Big boobs or not, I'll accept her because the moon goddess knows the best." “Wow! That is the only sensible thing I've ever heard drop out of your mouth. I feel like a mother watching her child grow into a beautiful lady... so proud, Nate. I'm proud of you." Raph says and wipes a non-existent tear from his left eye. “Stop talking like a pussy dude. You're one second away from g

"Everything you've said doesn't make any sense to me... I don't even love you and I know someone like you doesn't know any shit about love" His mouth curved in a mocking smile."Forget about love,Nene. I care about you... I can give you anything you want...I would make your dreams come true....you could own the biggest art gallery in Brazil.... Every one would desire to own an art work from you.... I could make all that happen" Woah! Raul could never do all that for me. But I love him. I can't hurt him. "I have someone I love,Mr O'Connell. I just can't do this with you. I never pictured myself getting into a marriage of convenient"

“You’re not the one who has to talk.” “Then why can’t you open up?” Raphael asked, his tone still unyielding. My chest tightened. My mind glitched. I didn’t think. More like my tongue moved before my brain. “Fuck, I’m jerking off, Raphael,” I said, “do you want me to invite you to the show?” “Eew,” Raphael said, disgust seeping into his tone. His footsteps faded as he retreated. Gerard broke into a tiny breathless laugh. “Is that the best you could come up with?”

“I think you should know something first before anything else so we are moving on the same page.” “Is there a problem?” Stacy asked in confusion. “Well, that depends on what you want to call it,” Raul replied. At this, Stacy relaxed her back on the couch and gazed at Raul. “Ok; I’m listening.” Raul exhaled and tried to choose his words carefully to avoid being misquoted and to avoid revealing anything. “First of all, I must appreciate you for your work.” He paused and gazed around the room. “Is this room wired?”

He was a loser, true and true. “You know what, I think you should stop letting what other people think about you define you, personally, I see you as an intelligent person, I have been having a hard time getting Raul to overcome his grief and stuff but just two days here and Raul has said more to you than he has ever said to me and I have known him for a while now,”

William growled in his heart. "MOVE! I WANT TO THRIVE!" Rapheal tried to break through the crowd of cameramen and reporters that were blocking his way. However, these unemployed people actually closed all of Rapheal's openings to escape. "I SAID MOVE! DO YOU WANT TO USE VIOLENCE, HUH?!" snapped Rapheal angrily. It felt like he wanted to beat the journalists one by one.

He sure knows that I am in disorder right now after knowing the truth about Andrea's childhood friend. "Ironic isn't it? It seems history repeats itself," he said while taking a green apple from the peninsula. He took a bite and leaned on the granite countertop behind him. "Fuck history. Who says I will let it repeat itself," I callously stated. "You are not going to go all destiny on me again, Raphael. I am done with that sermon." "Speak for yourself!"

After a long silence, I finally said, "I don't think I can love anyone right now." "That's okay." He smiled. "Love yourself first." That night, I lay awake for a long time. But for once, Adrian wasn't the only one in my head. Raul's words kept playing on repeat. Love yourself first.

His voice rose with every word, the alcohol fueling the fire. “You and your constant bullshit! the teasing, the ‘pretty boy’ crap, parading around half-naked like it’s normal. You think you can just show up and make everything about your gay shit?” Raphael stepped closer, his expression hardening. “It’s not ‘gay shit.’ It’s my life. I’ve had girlfriends. I’ve had boyfriends. It doesn’t make me less of a man, and it sure as hell doesn’t make me your problem.”