Pete Holmes Quotes

I find podcasting an enticing space.

I knew that if I could put a table in a room with not much light and a couple of chairs, I could have a real conversation. And I know that people... like to eavesdrop on a conversation.

I'm fairly in tune with what's private with my husband and with me.

People don't like doing podcasts.

She walked beside Jared, four inches of rain-dashed darkness between her hanging wrist and his.

In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

The lamp sizzled as it burned. It made everything seem close and safe, a little family circle they all knew and trusted. Outside this circle lay everything that was strange and frightening, and the darkness seemed to reach higher and higher and further and further away, right to the end of the world.

This hour I tell things in confidence/ I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.

Our faces were no more than ten inches apart but she was lightyears away from me.

Privacy is a fundamental human need.

Private, accidental, confidential conversation breeds thought. Clubs produce oftener words.

People are different when you can smell them and look up close, you know?

Most beds aren't as intimate as people think they are.

Everyone should keep someone else's diary.

This is intimacy: the trading of stories in the dark.

Face to face, just you and me, with no rules. Just like you, I get lonely too.

It always seems to me better to slough off the answer to a question that I consider to be a terrible invasion of privacy - the kind of privacy that a writer must keep for himself.

For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name.

I got binoculars 'cause I don't want to go that close.

One my closest friends doesn't care about sharing her clothes or jewelry, but she never shares her fragrance.

Mine the long night The secret place Where lovers meet In long embrace In purple dark In silvered kiss Forget the world And grasp your bliss

But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out

Hey, Macey, sorry to drop in but Cammie just had to be alone with me. You know how she gets.