Quotes from Jordan Castillo Price

Certain people just have a look about them—you can spot them here and there, at gas stations and in checkout lines—like they fully expect to have a shitty day, and if it hasn't happened yet, by golly, they'll make sure they're disappointed before the sun goes down.

You got to ask yourself what's more important-- to try to do everything your own way and lose it all, or to ask for help so you can get what you need, when you need it. Always remember, you not here in this world alone. You got friends.

I did my best not to smirk. It blows my "Don't mind me, I never notice anything," smokescreen when I give in to smirkiness.

Writing is so difficult. It's one of those things everyone thinks they can do, just because they can put together an email. But doing it well is another story.

Doctor, as in "an apple a day"? Or one of those guys who's got an honorary title for staying in college too long?

Most of my Spanish vocabulary consists of phrases like I didn't know that car was stolen, or I was home watching TV during the shooting, or That's not blood, it's molé sauce.

really hate threesomes when one of the participants is dead.

I didn't argue. I don't do confrontation any better than I do basements, or shots of Jägermeister.

And besides, I might be white, but I'm most definitely not vanilla.

The mall at Christmastime was not for the faint of heart. I overloaded about thirty yards in.

I'd always thought that rules were just for people who tended to get caught.

we lingered there for just one more moment, and held each other, and savored the feeling of wanting and being wanted. Loving, and being loved.

I've never found anything good in a basement. Ever.

So, Officer "Andy" managed to shoot a civilian in the head even after he'd died. Talk about taking incompetence to new heights.

It's always been weird to imagine Jacob dating Crash, but now that Red was in the picture, maybe I could see it. We all have our types, and maybe Crash thrived best against a backdrop of self-righteousness.

You probably don't want to put me in any situation where I'm expected to know something about the sportball.

Referring to my mental process as "thinking" was probably a stretch. It felt more like a broken record, and the part it kept skipping back to was the part where the world sucked, I sucked, and I was an idiot for thinking things would ever get any better.

Oh, hey," I said, "This is Roger, my new partner. Roger, this is Jacob, my, uh...." God, could there be a worse word than "boyfriend?" It made us sound like Barbie and Ken. Or Ken and Ken. Or Ken and G.I. Joe. I told my mind to stop stalling and think of a way to say it. "My partner... at home

The duplex had an attic—not the finished kind where there's a guest room and a spot for out-of-season clothes, but the creepy kind where you've got to pull a set of folding stairs out of the ceiling to get up there.

couldn't imagine a worse crime scene than a snow-covered alleyway after dark. I'm sure one existed somewhere. I just couldn't imagine it.

This hypothetical person I have never met who didn't want to threaten a tarantula should stop moving their hand around," Yuri said urgently. "But…it's…touching…meeeeee.

I opened my eyes again to keep myself with Marks, anchored in the present, among the living.