Andrea Speed Quotes

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

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

~ 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

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

~ 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

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

~ Andrea Speed

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

~ Andrea Speed

Roan rested his forehead against his and put a hand on his chest. Sweet man, one he didn’tdeserve. “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

...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

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

~ 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

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