HWY 725 Quotes

“First, you need to determine your threshold, two a month or one every other month. We’ll have to map out what states you can hit and determine the best route for you. What method you prefer and most importantly the safest way for you to not get hurt. Your number one rules are not home, not around school, and somewhere you don’t normally go.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725

“He just hadn’t found the right woman according to his account. “He found the right one today,” Shania chuckled.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725

“Mama always said a person wouldn’t miss the water till the well ran dry.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725

“It’s unfortunate that you lost your wife, but you still have a family that needs you. I love you.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725

“dead. After I chopped his head off, I found a taxidermist that specialized in Homo Sapien preservation. For an extra fee, he threw in the animatronics for the eyes. Makes me feel like he’s terrified to see me when his eyes shift like that,” Caesar laughed. “Daddy, what in the entire fuck!! Why is there a dead nigga’s head in your wall safe? Where is the rest of his dead ass?” Shania asked animatedly as she looked towards the decapitated head of a person she hadn't seen or thought of in years.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725

“She said, “He left me stranded on our anniversary so he could fuck my sister?” She cried like a baby with every stroke you gave Tyra. But I told myself that she deserved that heartache for laughing at me. All she had to do was let me eat her pussy and I would’ve taken her home.” The pain in his back was grueling, but Riley laughed.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725

“When I told her how I felt, she laughed at me. She had the nerve to say, ‘I’m happily married and would never fuck around on my husband. Especially with his friend.’ She said that while you were fucking Tyra. But it was her laugh that pissed me off. So, I rode by the Lazy Heart Motel just to show her what her happily married husband was doing. Thanks to the open curtain, she got a good glimpse of you fucking Tyra from the back and kissing that white bitch. She was hysterical.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725

“No. No. No.” Caesar shook his head as the voices left on his voicemail began to play in his head. He had tortured himself daily listening to her voice message and ultimately her death. “Man, what is wrong?” Riley asked curiously. He couldn’t understand what had happened in mere seconds to make Caesar react the way he was. “You did this? It was you that ruined my life!” “Huh?” Riley asked, clearly confused. “The day Shayna was murdered she never ended the call. Her conversation was recorded on my voicemail. When she said ‘Hey Hun. I’m so glad to see you’ I thought it was a term of endearment. But it wasn’t. She was talking to you. She never called you by your last name like the rest of us. It was always Hun.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725

“You’re right. Life is hard, but we have to keep moving forward. Even if it’s without the people that we love. You had a great woman. Aye, Shay Bird was a-” Caesar’s back stiffened. His head twisted to the side and his ears stood at attention like a hound listening for wild game. His eyes twitched rapidly, and he involuntarily dropped the sandwich that he was initially devouring.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725

“She was calling for me. I was supposed to be there. I was supposed to protect my wife. I was supposed to be there at 9o’clock. She’d be safe if I wasn’t so fucked up. Was this my fault? Could I have prevented this? No, Ceez. There was nothing you could do. Grandma said when your time is up, your time is up.” Caesar rambled incoherently.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725

“You cum guzzling bitch! It's almost 2:00 AM. I told you I needed to leave to get my fucking wife!” Caesar screamed as he threw the remote at Tyra's face.”
― Octavia Grant, HWY 725