Andrea Speed Quotes & Sayings

Humanity was awful; humanity made you hurt. Humanity was a weakness that would kill everyone, one way or another. — Andrea Speed

He hated YouTube. He wished it would die of mad cow disease. — Andrea Speed

Something in him just lived to be contrary. If he couldn't have their respect, he'd accept their hate. — Andrea Speed

There's nothing to give away. I get so exhausted being what people want me to be that when I'm on my own, I enjoy being nothing to no one. You have no idea how tiring it is always being someone else. — Andrea Speed

Jesus Christ. Men looking for ways to seem more macho. That's like ninety-eight percent of the world's problems.""I know. But should we be saying that, since we're guys?"Seb shrugged. "No matter. World's kinda fucked anyways. — Andrea Speed

This was how the world ended. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. — Andrea Speed

Shit was getting to Roan, but it was getting to Dylan too. Everyone just needed a hug and possibly some quaaludes, but hey, who was he to judge? — Andrea Speed

He hated YouTube. He wishes it would die of mad cow disease. — Andrea Speed

You can't isolate yourself, because that's the worst thing you can do. There's no healing if there's no movement, and isolation is the same as standing still. — Andrea Speed

Up. The fact that they managed to find each other was probably a minor miracle. They'd have to enjoy it while it lasted. — Andrea Speed

Strong could be dealt with - but crazy? Oh no. You never knew what the crazy were going to do. — Andrea Speed

He needed to wear that bell around his neck and randomly intone, "Unclean," to warn people. — Andrea Speed

Paris rubbed his forehead against his, running his hands through Roan's hair, and said, 'How about we come back here
and exchange notes once we're done with the interviews? Take a long lunch.'

'Only exchange notes?'

'No one said we can't exchange notes in bed. — Andrea Speed

The problem with life - with a lot of things - was randomness was responsible for so many things. — Andrea Speed

Everyone needs to believe in something, even if it is totally bugfuck nuts. — Andrea Speed

Roan rubbed his eyes, restraining the urge to ask if "light domination" meant he liked having his dates order for him in restaurants. — Andrea Speed

Yeah, that would be awesome. Me loaded and trying very hard not to make a scene, while the
guy who had one gay slip with me and his wife are not five feet away, also trying not to be awkward.
That'll be so much fun. I just might hang myself with a rope made of braided napkins."
"Aww. Nice touch with the braid. Very gay," Dylan told him, patting him on the back.
Roan looked at him with a frown. "No one likes a sarcastic bastard, Dyl."
"Well, I do." He paused briefly. "Obviously."
Ouch. — Andrea Speed

After finding "God hates fags" written in Magic Marker on his locker Roan had cleaned it off and then wrote, also in Magic Marker, "I hate your God — Andrea Speed

How did I know you were going to show up?"
"Because you're psychic now?"
Dylan raised an eyebrow at that. "If I was actually psychic, sweetheart, I probably wouldn't have
gotten involved with you."
"Oh, ow," he said, grabbing his chest. "I think you just made my heart hurt. — Andrea Speed

That was the problem with caring. It left you vulnerable, open on one side to the most hideous pain imaginable, and the only antidote was to stop giving a shit, but how did you do that? How did you turn it all off? — Andrea Speed

There was an audible gasp, like everyone had been sucker-punched, and the sound reverberated through the hall like he'd just announced that not only was god dead, but he'd also been a hermaphroditic drag queen called Miss Demeanor. — Andrea Speed

I'm always going to be with you, you know. As long as you remember me, I will exist. Memory is a form of existence, life after death. — Andrea Speed

Have you had unprotected gay sex?"

This time he got a snort and a laugh. "I ain't no butt pirate."

Roan felt the urge to say, " Arr matey, prepare to be boarded," but somehow managed to repress it. — Andrea Speed

Paris came down the stairs looking incredible. He'd gone with the simple classic look of the tight white T-shirt,
the low-slung jeans that showed off a glimpse of his flat belly, and a black leather jacket. His hair was perfectly mussed, a
calculated look that seemed natural and sexy. At the bottom of the staircase, he turned around slowly, holding his arms out
to his sides. "Well, how do I look?"

Damn. "Like I want to rip your clothes off right this second. You're gonna kill that kid. He's going to explode, and they're going
to have to scrape his remains off the wall."

"Yeesh, I was with you until you got descriptive."

"Can't help it. You make me poetic."

"I thought I made you horny."

"Same damn thing. — Andrea Speed

God, he was so beautiful. It was the tragic kind of beauty too, the kind you knew was doomed from the start. A face that launched a thousand ships and dug a million graves. — Andrea Speed

Cold case or not, the case was technically still open, never closed. These files should have been totally off limits to him. Gabe was risking his job by giving him this. "Wow, I had no idea you'd give me the keys to the kingdom. Thank you."
"If you can find anything new about this case, I will kiss you in front of the squad room. On the lips. Hell, find something actionable and I just may give you a hand job."
"Not a blow job?"
"Don't push it. — Andrea Speed

Roan looked down at the pathetic little fur ball with a pink ribbon clipped to the top of its head and growled at it. It came from deep in his throat, and while it was unintentional, it wasn't precisely a human noise. He could feel it in his throat, vibrating his vocal chords, and the dog's ears rotated briefly in as much alarm as a dog could express, and then it whimpered and cringed, pissing on the sidewalk in submission.
The woman took a couple steps backward, eyes wide and horrified, and dragged her dog past them as she hurried off, the Pom more than happy to leave.
Paris looked at him, an eyebrow raised and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a half smile. "I love it when you get defensive."
"I'm the king of the jungle.I'm not taking any shit from a living dust mop. — Andrea Speed

Roan tried not to stare, but the guard's head was almost perfectly egg shaped. He wanted to ask him if he'd ever had a hen sit on him by mistake. — Andrea Speed

What doesn't kill you can be ignored until the immediate crisis has passed. — Andrea Speed

I'm not going to lie to you and say it gets easier, because it doesn't. It's just that you get used to it. The human animal has an amazing capacity to get used to almost anything. — Andrea Speed

It's an expensive place. The cheapest salad is twenty-five dollars."
"I hope that comes with extra croutons and a hand job. — Andrea Speed

Cockblocked by the phone. Wanna bet it's Focus On The Family or some Satanic organization like? — Andrea Speed

There's bigots in every race, creed, and orientation. Idiocy is universal. — Andrea Speed

I think all people who are obsessed with other people's sex lives are hiding something. — Andrea Speed

I'm Scottish. My idea of foreplay is roll over, Margaret. — Andrea Speed

[H]e could feel his unshakable enemy, depression, blooming in him like a pernicious flower that could never quite be ripped out. — Andrea Speed

They were probably the best-matched pair of weird fucks that life had ever coughed — Andrea Speed

Sometimes loving someone just sucked. — Andrea Speed

Roan rested his forehead against his and put a hand on his chest. Sweet man, one he didn't
deserve. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"The insanity that is my life. Me."
"Hey, I signed up for this ride. I knew from past experience that sexy men were always trouble,
and it wasn't like your reputation didn't precede you. I have no one to blame but myself."
"You think I'm sexy?"
"Don't fish for compliments. — Andrea Speed

After what Holden and Kevin had told him, and what he could find himself, he just wanted to sit this guy down, talk calmly and rationally, and then beat him so bad his grandkids would be born dizzy and bleeding from the eyeballs. — Andrea Speed

Let me say, on behalf of the entire gay male community, we hate your fucking guts 'cause you landed him. Share, you selfish bastard. — Andrea Speed

I don't know how breeder marriages ever work, since the wife never seems to understand. — Andrea Speed

I got over shy a really long time ago. I'm queer, I'm feline, get used to it. — Andrea Speed

Roan looked at Paris and wondered where they would go from here and if there would be any light at the end of the tunnel before it collapsed on top of them. Too bad there was really no such thing as a happy ending. — Andrea Speed

You can't be a trailblazer without causing some chaos. — Andrea Speed

Did you kiss me?"
"What? Why would you think that?" His smirking face seemed to give nothing away.
"You bastard! Who cops a feel on an unconscious man?"
"Not me. I like my feelees conscious. — Andrea Speed

MRI machines sucked. They really, honestly sucked. You lay motionless inside a cramped metal tube that made you feel like a torpedo waiting for launch, and weird noises went off around you as you fought off claustrophobia you'd never had before for an hour that seemed to last approximately one thousand years. — Andrea Speed

A spa?"
"Yeah, Avalon Spa, you know the place near the mall?"
"Oh, right. What do you do there?"
Again, the nervous glance at the floor, and the small flush of color rising up his neck. "I'm a masseur. Which I know sounds phony as hell, but I'm licensed and everything. Also, my clients are women- the only men at Avalon are the ones on staff. And while I've got nothing against women at all- I'd have no friends in high school if it weren't for women- I find them as sexually attractive as roadkill possum."
Roan had to swallow back a laugh. "Don't tell them that."
"Oh, God no! I'd never get any tips then. — Andrea Speed

When was the last time you were with a man? In the Biblical sense."
"I thought the Bible frowned on that."
That made him chuckle. "You're talking to a preacher's son here. The Bible frowns on many things, and yet seems good on slavery and selling your daughters, so I'm thinking it's schizophrenic at best. — Andrea Speed