Josh Allen Quotes

Was it really that simple? Choosing a life? ... Maybe you don't fall in love. Maybe you jump. Maybe, just maybe, it's all a choice. (Josh Matteson)

So you're like a ... an amateur sleuth?" "God no. I'm more like the hapless guys in those film-noir flicks we used to watch. I keep getting tangled up in bizarro events." "Oh yes?” His eyes lit with enthusiasm. I was speaking his language now. “Guy Pearce in L.A. Confidential or William Hurt in Body Heat?" "I was thinking more like Woody Allen in Play It Again, Sam.

You owe him a favor, remember? His payment for all this is dinner once a month with the family.” I turned to Josh, wide-eyed. “Am I being Gilmored right now?” He nodded. “Yup. He’s going full Emily on you.

Josh is the kind of ride-or-die you could go to with a body, and he’d help you hide it.

Josh turned toward it and yelled, Batman-style, “Have you no respect for our alone time?” Yowl. “I’m not having this argument with you, young man!” Josh called back. Yowl. “Excuse you, sir. You better not talk to your mother like that when I’m not around.

Does he have his quirks? Yes. Will you get annoyed at the way he turns everything into a joke? Sooner than you expect. But Josh is the kind of ride-or-die you could go to with a body, and he’d help you hide it.” I choked on my coffee. If only Tyler knew how true that statement was.

This was happening. I was about to ride a knife handle while blindfolded and handcuffed. I should have been petrified, but all I felt was anticipation of what was to come. Fingers still inside me, Josh let go of my hip and guided my leg off his shoulder. I felt steadier back on two feet. Right until he crooked his fingers again, and my knees wobbled. He took advantage of my unbalance by putting his shoulder into my pelvis. Caught off guard, I tipped forward. His fingers slid out of me, and he wrapped his arm around the back of my thighs and stood with me sprawled over him like a sack of potatoes.

Oh,” Junior said. “I almost forgot. Dad wants you to come over for dinner.” I stiffened in my seat. “Um…no thank you?” Junior shook his head. “You don’t have a choice, kid.” “I absolutely do,” I told him. “And I’m not a kid.” His expression turned to pity. “You owe him a favor, remember? His payment for all this is dinner once a month with the family.” I turned to Josh, wide-eyed. “Am I being Gilmored right now?” He nodded. “Yup. He’s going full Emily on you.

Getting Things Done, David Allen

Josh was so hot that if he pulled up next to someone and told them to get in his van, he wouldn’t even need candy to lure them. They’d take one look at him and decide that the risk of being serial murdered was worth the potential reward of getting fucked instead.

You did this somehow, didn't you? You changed Misha's memories about last night!" "Not just Misha's," the voice said. "Everyone who witnessed it, including the police who were called. I even fixed the counter you smashed, so there’s no evidence of anything unusual happening last night. You have nothing to worry about anymore." ​"Who are you that you could do that? I know you helped me, and I'm grateful, but you messed with all those people's minds! You even made Josh forget!" "Would you rather I killed them all? Because that was my alternative. I've done it before." "What?

Woody Allen had it right: “Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering—and it’s all over much too soon.

Brad's death was too anticlimactic." "Anticlimactic," Josh repeated. "yeah. I mean, a piece of shit like him? His demise should have been more violent and, ideally, included getting lit on fire at the end." That surprised a snort out of him. "Bonfire o' Brad." "Barbecue o' Bluhm," I said, grinning. Josh groaned. "We're going straight to hell.

Josh Allen

clapped a hand over my mouth and took a disbelieving step toward him. It was a ring. Josh was holding a ring. A stunning ring with a center ruby that looked like a large drop of blood framed by tiny diamonds. It was perfect. “Alyssa Cappellucci,” he said. “Will you marry me so I can spend the rest of my life chasing you?” I lowered my hand, grinning, joy replacing panic. “I thought people got married because they wanted to stop chasing someone?

before, never loved someone like I loved him. “Marry me,” I said. Josh stiffened. “What?” Panic punched into me, chasing away the afterglow of sex hormones and dumping me straight back into reality. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

It wasn’t that I didn’t think I was worthy of love; I just couldn’t believe I’d gotten so lucky that she was the one who loved me." - Josh Hammond

I turned to Josh, wide-eyed. “Am I being Gilmored right now?” He nodded. “Yup. He’s going full Emily on you.