Quotes from Jordan Castillo Price

I'd blow someone for a valium," I said in Jacob's ear. "Maybe he's got one... but try offering a hand-job first so you retain some leverage.

I really hate threesomes when one of the participants is dead.

What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing on your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off on picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash

A psycho murderer who lubed. How considerate.

My waking life probably gave my subconscious an inferiority complex.

No wonder I worried about talking dirty; talking in general seemed to escape me.

And besides, my back feels naked without Jacob curled against it.

Queer. And not in the way I like.

Gee, I wasn't as up on my Native American traditions as the chick who used to call herself Faun fucking Windsong even though she was fifteen sixteenths as lily-white as me. Imagine that.

If everything were anything," Chance said softly, "the barriers would break down, and we'd all lose ourselves to chaos. And then there would be no cotton candy.

I've never liked the word team . I've always equated it with being picked last and getting nailed in the groin with a dodgeball.

Victor, back there in that basement, when the zombies were… were… moving around on those tables…. Twitching? And dead? You didn't even blink. This is nothing like those zombies. No shit. Because this time, you're scared—beyond scared. You're terrified. And whatever's got you scared? I don't want any part of it.

I've got more talent than everyone on their payroll put together," I said. Jacob squeezed me tighter. His eyes never moved from mine. "I'm so far beyond level five it's not even funny.

Renfield, my ass. What I had on my hands was a Van Helsing.

Say something," he said. "What?" I mumbled, struggling to orient myself. "What?" "Can you hear me? What day is it? Who's the president?" "Yes, I don't know, and a horse's ass.

Those wire baskets where you leave your paperwork to die...

I'd like to think that we're not just sacks of biological goo careening through a random universe.

You shot heroin in the bathroom while I was disinfecting the kitchen. Didn't you?" "Of course not." He pulled on his gloves and led the way into the building. "I hatched from a pod and hid the real Jonathan under the floorboards." "You're much less creepy when you're pensive and focused. Just so you know.

I rolled up my sleeve. Penned on my arm in my own writing: If I prove I'm not selfish, Daniel will love me.

It was real sweet, except that he'd drugged me and ridden me to within an inch of my life, and I was still so high I was paralyzed and mute. But other than that, I guess it was pretty romantic.

We'll need you to unlock your desk, sir." "Sorry," Dreyfuss said. "Not until I've read this form." "You haven't…looked at it." "And I'm a very slow reader. Sometimes I wonder if I'm dyslexic.

Now I knew how women felt when they thought they were going to get a diamond ring and ended up with an onion ring

The past is only a memory. Memories have no power to hurt you.

Your heart is in your chest. It supplies the blood to your cells. Even if you don't think about it, your heart is always pumping. The heart is the most important organ in the body. Without it, you will die. "'What grade are you teaching these days?' Joel asked. ' Because either this is really sad...or really profound.