Josh Lanyon Quotes

Like true philosophers I've come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education.

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

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.

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

Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement. Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty's christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.

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.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

To find them all in one package...well, perhaps better not to dwell on his package in my fragile state.

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

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

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.

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.

I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.

The problem with a life spent reading is you know too much.

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.

I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you're not.

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

Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

Focus on someone else’s problems for a change, I instructed myself. You need the practice. From now on you’ll have to live in a world you didn’t make up. Horrible thought.

I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.

Have I ever told you, you look like Monty Clift? he inquired in a deep, seductive voice. Before or after the accident?

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.

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.

Drink your coffee -- people in Africa are sleeping.

He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.

I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.

You don't look so hot, Adrien." "Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day." His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.

Anyone who wasn't half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn't include me, I didn't worry about it.

Not as intolerable as being dead, in my opinion, but I'm very fond of me. I would miss me a lot.

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

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.

She shrugged another plump shoulder. “I never listened to Porter when he got going.” Ah. At last. The secret to a successful marriage.

You were the first in every way that counted.

Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.

And why is it the best looking ones are always straight?

I didn't approve of murder on general principles. Not even of people who seemed to go around begging for it.

Love... doesn't happen every day. It doesn't happen at all for some people

You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don't mind my saying so. I don't mind.

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.

Peter is ... adjusting. He's back in school, and he's doing quite well. I wish you could find it in your heart to forgive him." "I've got this funny resentful streak about people who try to kill me.

He never lied to me. I just didn't ask the questions I didn't want to know the answers to.

I’m never wrong? Who besides Republican presidents and evil masterminds can say that with a straight face?

I think it was Mark Twain who said, “Get your facts straight, and then you can distort them as much as you like.

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.

Knowing and believing are two different things.

Hey, its not much of a closet is it?" "No. Its not. I don't like closets. Life's to short to spend hiding in the dark.

...do you have someone you can stay with? Hell, stay with your mother. The Pentagon doesn’t have the security system she’s g