For some of us love comes into the room, kicks her shoes off, finds the most comfortable sofa, and lies down, rests, has no intention of going anywhere. For others love walks in smoking a cigarette, checking her watch every… — 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
