Quotes from Josh Lanyon

I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simply not denying the truth.

Why can't you say it?" I hardened my voice. "Because I'm telling you, you never have. I'd have remembered." He stared at me with disbelief. Then he lunged forward, pushing me flat in the pillows once more. He leaned over me, his mouth a brush of lips away from my own, his breath warm on my face. "Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you.

Kit, you're forty. You look thirty. You act...well, never mind. You're carrying on like you think you're seventy

I want people to react to my work, to think, to question, to challenge, to cry and laugh and feel.

Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.

I want to fuck you in those glasses.

We were locked onto each other as though we had just discovered this incredible thing you could do with two mouths pressing close and moist against each other. And the taste of him... Horrifyingly, unbearably sweet -- sweet in the way crack must feel hitting the bloodstream of an addict after years of staying clean.

What the hell are you doing?" I smiled, thinking how odd it was that he was the only person in the world I could say this to. "I'm scared." He was staring at me. "No way. I've never known anyone with more guts than you." "We're just not afraid of the same things.

I hadn't liked him at first. He did sort of grow on you after a while. Like the cosmopolitans. Or maybe because of the cosmopolitans.

I've been telling you that you should hire Warren." "Nat, I'm not going to hire Warren." "Why not?" I opened my mouth to tell her exactly why not, but as I stared at her too-bright blue eyes and the way her chin was quivering, I chickened out. "Because…because I promised Angus when he left that he could have his job back." "Adrien, he was involved in a murder ." "But he was very good at alphabetizing.

Tucker said so softly the words were almost inaudible, "You're wrong, you know. I would let you get away with murder. Hell, I'd probably help you commit it, if that's what you wanted...

That's the thing about sex. So much of it is just plain awkward, clumsy, are-you-sure-this-is-going-to-fit-I-think-they-forgot-to-include-the-washers.

To calm himself he mentally recited Wilfred J.Funk's 1932 list of "most beautiful words." It was his mantra on restless nights like these. Ten words that generally knocked him unconscious if he concentrated on them hard enough. Melody. Golden. Chimes. Luminous. Mist. Tranquil. Murmuring. Lullaby. Hush. Dawn...

This is like dating . This is...weird.

But we all hurt the people we love sometimes. We all let each other down sooner or later. Which is why contrition and forgiveness played a part in any relationship. Trying not to hurt each other, trying not to let each other down in the big things, that was as much as anyone could aim for.

He said you were on the scene when that Laurel Canyon homicide went down." "I'm lucky that way," I said. "So are you two square again?" I halted, mid-ripping open the cookies, and stared at him. "Well, he's pretty square," I said. "I'm just a rectangular guy." With latent triangular tendencies.

Well, well," he said. "This can't be a coincidence." "It could," I said. "The odds aren't high, but they do exist." "Uh-huh.

I felt the warm brush of his fingers pushing the key into mine all the way to my heart. I focused on the key because if I looked up, I'd see what he was feeling. Worse, he'd see what I was feeling -- in a minute what I was feeling was going to be spilling out of me, and it didn't make any sense. It had been over long ago; we had just finally got around to saying good-bye, that was all.

Jake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted them and he pushed inside. It was startlingly sweet and achingly familiar, like finding harbor.

People did terrible things to each other- and half the time they did it by accident.

I thought they expected you to be controversial at UCLA?" "I believe the Board of Regents draws the line at sacrificial murder.

Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.

He went through the cupboards, found the olive oil, and started upstairs again. He glanced down at the green and gold label and had to bite back a laugh at the words Extra Virgin. That about summed it up.

Planning on staying?" "Just till you wise up." "I'm flattered you think that's a possibility." "Yeah, well it's lucky I've rolled a lot of vacation.