Quotes by Jordan Castillo Price

Id blow someone for a valium, I said in Jacobs ear.Maybe hes got one... but try offering a hand-job first so you retain some leverage.

‎Your heart is in your chest. It supplies the blood to your cells. Even if you dont think about it, your heart is always pumping. The heart is the most important organ in the body. Without it, you will die.What grade are you teaching these days? Joel asked. Because either this is really sad...or really profound.

...knowing often felt preferable to not knowing. It provided the illusion of control.

If everything were anything, Chance said softly, the barriers would break down, and wed all lose ourselves to chaos. And then there would be no cotton candy.

Victor, back there in that basement, when the zombies were… were… moving around on those tables…. Twitching? And dead? You didn’t even blink.This is nothing like those zombies.No shit. Because this time, you’re scared—beyond scared. You’re terrified. And whatever’s got you scared? I don’t want any part of it.

It was real sweet, except that hed drugged me and ridden me to within an inch of my life, and I was still so high I was paralyzed and mute. But other than that, I guess it was pretty romantic.

A psycho murderer who lubed. How considerate.

I stared at the spot where [the ghost of] Warwicks nephew had warned me never to tell anyone what I could do, and then I slid my hand into Jacobs and pulled him close. He slipped his other arm around me and held me. I kissed him, and tried to clear my mind of everything but him and me. I looked deep into his eyes, and tried to determine if I was ready to let him in on the one thing Id been carrying with me since my first round of psychic testing. He started back at me like a man whod fallen for me, hard. And that part inside, the one that usually tells me to run, or to shut up, or to play along and myself invisible and hopefully whatever Im dealing with will just go away? That part of me said, /Yes. Tell him./Ive got more talent than everyone on their payroll put together, I said. Jacob squeezed me tighter. His eyes never moved from mine. Im so far beyond level five its not even funny

Jackie, can you tell me if someone’s dead or not?’“Who it be? Maybe I heard something.”“Miranda Lopez.” I pulled out the charm and balanced it on my fingertips, and then I realized the photo was probably a better likeness. I pocketed the milagro ad held up the Polaroid. “I find out for you if you get me a dime.”I sighed and put the photo away. “You can’t smoke crack. You’re dead. And even if you weren’t, I’m not gonna score for you. I’m a cop. ““You so full of shit. You ain’t no cop neither.”“Would I be wearing this fucking suit if I wasn’t a cop?”“I don’t know. I always thought you sold cars or something.”I tucked my chin toward my chest and stomped toward my gate. Jackie couldn’t help me. And how dare she call me a used car salesman? I wasn’t always a dork in a blazer. Once upon a time I was actually cool. Until the Cook County Mental Health Centre, anyway. After that, I guess I kinda stopped caring.

He was nuts. Hed scammed the quarterly mental health exam and was certifiably insane.Not that thats ever stopped me from sleeping with anyone.