Best 20 quotes of Andrea Speed on MyQuotes

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

Did you kiss me?” “What? Why would you think that?” His smirking face seemed to give nothing away. “You bastard! Who cops a feel on an unconscious man?” “Not me. I like my feelees conscious.

He hated YouTube. He wished it would die of mad cow disease.

He hated YouTube. He wishes it would die of mad cow disease.

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

I don't know how breeder marriages ever work, since the wife never seems to understand.

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.

I’m Scottish. My idea of foreplay is “roll over, Margaret.

I think all people who are obsessed with other people's sex lives are hiding something.

It’s an expensive place. The cheapest salad is twenty-five dollars.” “I hope that comes with extra croutons and a hand job.

MRI machines sucked. They really, honestly sucked. You lay motionless inside a cramped metal tube that made you feel like a torpedo waiting for launch, and weird noises went off around you as you fought off claustrophobia you’d never had before for an hour that seemed to last approximately one thousand years.

Roan looked down at the pathetic little fur ball with a pink ribbon clipped to the top of its head and growled at it. It came from deep in his throat, and while it was unintentional, it wasn’t precisely a human noise. He could feel it in his throat, vibrating his vocal chords, and the dog’s ears rotated briefly in as much alarm as a dog could express, and then it whimpered and cringed, pissing on the sidewalk in submission. The woman took a couple steps backward, eyes wide and horrified, and dragged her dog past them as she hurried off, the Pom more than happy to leave. Paris looked at him, an eyebrow raised and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a half smile. “I love it when you get defensive.” “I’m the king of the jungle.I’m not taking any shit from a living dust mop.

Roan rested his forehead against his and put a hand on his chest. Sweet man, one he didn’t deserve. “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.

Roan tried not to stare, but the guard’s head was almost perfectly egg shaped. He wanted to ask him if he’d ever had a hen sit on him by mistake.

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

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

There’s bigots in every race, creed, and orientation. Idiocy is universal.

There’s nothing to give away. I get so exhausted being what people want me to be that when I’m on my own, I enjoy being nothing to no one. You have no idea how tiring it is always being someone else.

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

When was the last time you were with a man? In the Biblical sense." "I thought the Bible frowned on that." That made him chuckle. "You're talking to a preacher's son here. The Bible frowns on many things, and yet seems good on slavery and selling your daughters, so I'm thinking it's schizophrenic at best.