109 Quotes by Eric Jerome Dickey

They . . . had been slugging it out like Rihanna and Chris Brown on repeat . . .

It is silent, an anagram for listen. That is what I do. Listen while she remains silent.

I let my towel drop to the carpet. Nakedness stared at nakedness, and nakedness smiled.

Preacher pulled her gun to her lap, the trigger aimed toward the stranger. . . . He stared at her like he was ready to dial 911, until he saw she was of European heritage, saw her clerical collar, saw the Bible on the dashboard. White, blond, and Christian. Trifecta. The man's shoulders relaxed and he smiled, waved, and kept going.

My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than six lanes wide. He let my hand go when we made it to the sidewalk.

He . . . took his wedding ring off, as if he had meant to do it while I showered, then put it on the nightstand, as if that was all it took for a married man to become unmarried . . .

Can’t kill something that doesn’t have a heart.

If I carried Catherine to the top of Mount Corcovado and placed her before the statue of Christ the Redeemer, Jesus would close his eyes and turn his back on her. If she touched his feet, the six million stone tiles that covered the religious figure would catch fire and fall like fiery rain,

She was exposed now. It wasn't the undressing that made her naked. It had been the tears.