“Smoked sausage and a jolly tupping. Ale and folly. Fickle bosoms and bar fights. That is the sum of experiences my souls gathered from their lives. Why do I attract all the unsophisticated fancy men? For once could one love… — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“Death is what makes life possible. It's the balance, Meridian. There always has to be balance.” — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“What is it? Tens, I can see the stick up your arse from here. I'm dying remember? Dying people don't have time for silly… — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“Love conquers nothing. Love provides the motivation; the person must do the rest with their own hands, heart, and feet.” — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“If you live long enough, you learn time is an illusion created by men who fear death. The clocks and watches worshipped by those… — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“History teaches us things about ourselves, but you have to listen for the lessons. You have to be really still to hear the whispers.” — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“For all their weirdness, I LOVE the penis people. I don't understand them. I can't imagine I'll ever learn their language of grunting and… — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“Her fingers were gnarled and crooked like the roots of the oldest swamp trees. Not prissy roots of trees that grew in manicured parks… — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“It's hard to take sex ed seriously when the teachers haven't even wiggled their stuff in this millennium.” — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“What good is a quilt if it's unused? The same as a life unused. They're meant to be wrung out and frayed around the… — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“I pushed back my chair and leaned against the table, then swung back to Tens. 'And if you're not nicer to me I'll just… — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“You're not from around here, are you? Can't be. Why would we name it I-YOU-POO-Y? Really? Say the letters. I-U-P-U-I.” — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
“We collapsed trying to get our breath back. Warm, full, and relaxed, the world pixilated and I fell into a deep sleep, devoid of… — Amber Kizer Copy Share Image
