“Your lies are like a silent fart. Can't see 'em, but I can smell 'em.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“All I wanted was you. I tore down my wall for you. Now it's been rebuilt.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“. . . Around the time Solange went mortal combat on Jay-Z . . .” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“You're a pretty woman." "I'm almost as pretty as that silver wedding ring on your left hand.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“There are some nasty bitches out there. If they don't dab the front end, they probably don't wipe the back end. That's… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“He asked, "May I kiss you?" I stopped blinking. The six lanes of traffic stopped moving. That question made the world stop… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“I heard you on the phone with her. I happened to be in your arms, and you happened to be inside of… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Some crazy man came up to me and started screaming at me about how he hated Allah, and before I could tell… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Can I buy you a drink when you get off?" "I don't drink. Alcohol is bad for my legs." "Do they swell?"… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“DNA predisposes a certain behavior, but if your environment doesn't support it, then that behavior won't manifest. When people don't have opportunity,… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Trojan is a no-blow-job- condom. The flavor is horrible. Someone should come up with a barbecue-flavored condom for the hood. But greedy… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“And a woman needs a man to protect her from other men. Well, women used to. . . . Things have changed.… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“We'd had sex like we were whores to each other, and when it was done, we each moved to our side of the bed,… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
love is a mental illness, an obsessive-compulsive disorder romanticized! — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“. . . Your hair--it's kind of wavy. Indian in your blood, or are you a hypocrite and texturize your hair?" He hesitated, appeared… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Rainwater diluted redness, created a pink death, his matter mixing through mud and grass.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“. . . I had on . . . black jeggings under a fitted, sleeveless, flowered dress, so he could see my true shape… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“We disconnected. And I wondered if we had ever truly connected.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
For a lot of people, becoming an author is a change in occupation... they are coming from something that totally has nothing to do… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
We see what we want to see. We idealize each other with our own fantasies. — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are. — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Ownership, even in love, is an illusion. No woman owned any man and no man owned any woman.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
hate isn't healthy, it damages the hater more than the one who's hated! — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
