Quote by Dennis Vickers

“gleaming like a searchlight, Iowa moon, silver plate.”

— Dennis Vickers

“Our reality may be fabled, but surely will be fleeting, because when the storyteller looks away, the story collapses. In the end, we vanish…

— Dennis Vickers

“Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.”

— Dennis Vickers

“Her eyes beamed over the top of the cup like Peterbilt high beams coming over a hillcrest, full moon rising over a mountain lake…

— Dennis Vickers

“No difference making a living with what’s between your ears and making one with what’s between your legs.”

— Dennis Vickers

“Your mother’s chili was onions, hamburger, tomato soup, kidney beans, no chili powder, no peppers. Mexican flags flew at half staff every time she…

— Dennis Vickers

“Panting like a marathon runner at mile twenty, overheated bloodhound, steam engine crawling up the Continental Divide.”

— Dennis Vickers

“When one speaks of sex with midgets, one must speak French.”

— Dennis Vickers

“Truth is a melody composed of lying notes.”

— Dennis Vickers

“Hung in the air like fart gas in an elevator, insecurity in a prom ballroom, guilt around a police lineup.”

— Dennis Vickers

“Wrinkles appeared and disappeared as he squinted his eyes and relaxed them, like someone peering into a strobe light, police car-top beacon, flashing neon…

— Dennis Vickers

“He yawned like a black bear coming out of hibernation.”

— Dennis Vickers