I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.— Josh Lanyon
The most delicious Josh Lanyon quotes that are proven to give you inner joy
I dug out the powder blue cashmere cardigan my mother Lisa gave me the Christmas before last, pulled on my oldest, softest Levi’s. Comfort clothes; the next best thing to a hug from a warm, living body. Lately there had been a shortage of hugs in my life. Lately there had been a shortage of warm, living bodies.
He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.
You're kind of a smart ass when you're not flat on your face.
Cops before breakfast.Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.
If there was one life skill everyone on the planet needed, it was the ability to think with critical objectivity
I thought of the words of the Renaissance philosopher Michel de Montaigne.
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simply not denying the truth.
Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement.
Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty's christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.
And yet there was something about his strength, his arrogance, his sheer size that got under my skin. He probably couldn't even spell vanilla. He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.
Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.
Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.
I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.
Like true philosophers I've come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education.
A pause followed my greeting. Then “We’re watching you ” whispered the voice on the other end. “Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys? ” Silence. Then dial tone. These younger demons. So easily discouraged.
Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.
He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.
Adrien, people get killed all the time.
Since when is it your job to find out what happened to them?" "I'm not usually suspected of murdering them." "You have been as long as I've known you.
How did people get over this? They obviously did.
Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on to the next picnic table.
I know that asshole you were with in college --” “Can we leave that asshole out of it?” Please, gentlemen, one asshole at a time.
This is how God made me. You are how God made you. All God's chillun are made how God made 'em. You think God made a mistake, take it up with Him.
To find them all in one package...well, perhaps better not to dwell on his package in my fragile state.
All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.
I didn't approve of murder on general principles.
Not even of people who seemed to go around begging for it.
Sable hair bisected his pecs and arrowed down to the straight and unequivocal statement of his returned interest. Forcing my gaze to his face, I said, "I really don't think we have time for that." "You know that, and I know that, but HE doesn't believe it." "Believe it," I told HIM. J.X.'s mouth tugged into one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Maybe you should whisper in his ear.
Everything a gay man does makes a political statement.
Everything matters: where you bank, where you shop, where you eat. When you hold your lover’s hand in public
The phone rang, picked up, and the same male voice announced, “Chris Powers.
" "Hey there, Chris. Are you aware it's a felony to make threats over the phone?" To give Powers his fair due, he got over his shock within a split second. “Try it, asshole. I dare you. My lawyers will have you for lunch.” He clicked off again. I did what any red-blooded American male would do. I called my big, ex-cop ex-boyfriend.
Do you still do the clubs?” Jake shakes his head.
“You do the clubs because you can’t find what you need at home. I’ve got everything I need. I’ve got the answer to needs I didn’t even know I had.
'What about stress? Are you using your stress-management techniques when things seem to be getting on top of you?' 'Nothing is getting on top of me.' As I said it, a totally inappropriate picture popped into my mind. 'What are you feeling?' Jake's breath warm against my face, my bruised lips tingling from his kisses. 'Tell me what it feels like with me inside you.'
I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.
You know that thing about Death Be Not Proud? Well, Fear Be Not Proud either.
And Fear Be Not Elegant. What Fear be is stumbling, bumbling flight, crashing through brush, slip-sliding on pine needles, sloshing through puddles that are always deeper than you expect.
I want people to react to my work, to think, to question, to challenge, to cry and laugh and feel.
Knowing and believing are two different things.
Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.
He scooped up Victoria practically before she hit the ground, well within the five-second rule. If she'd been a potato chip, he could have still eaten her. Not something I particularly wanted to contemplate.
I think it was Mark Twain who said, “Get your facts straight, and then you can distort them as much as you like.
He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like...the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow--or wanting back something you should never have given away.
People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.
I’m not going to let go of you. I’m going to hold you all night. So go ahead and feel whatever you feel. If you’re still craving cocaine, go ahead. You’re safe. You can crave it all you want, but I won’t let go, and if you still feel like you can’t trust yourself in the morning, and it’s what you want, I’ll drive you to rehab myself. Okay?" ~ Max
Not as intolerable as being dead, in my opinion, but I'm very fond of me. I would miss me a lot.
You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don't mind my saying so. I don't mind.
You couldn't hurt a fly." Actually I was pretty good at pinging flies right out of the air, but I tried to look appropriately harmless.
The battle rages eternal, though the race, religion, gender or sexual orientation of those discriminated against changes regularly. Maybe man’s need for a scapegoat is genetically programmed into him.
One thing I’ve noticed about getting older, it takes twice as much work to get half the results one formerly achieved by falling out of bed.
He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked...fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus.
And I thought maybe I didn't need to worry about my heart anymore because it had stopped beating a couple of seconds earlier, and I was still sitting there living and breathing-though admittedly I wasn't feeling much of anything.
I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.
Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine.
I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.
I’m never wrong? Who besides Republican presidents and evil masterminds can say that with a straight face?