109 Quotes by Eric Jerome Dickey

Someone had planned a torture party that would end in the guest of honor becoming a human barbecue. They had everything but the barbecue sauce.

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, boxers going to their corners, then when it was time the imaginary bell rang and we went at it again.

Rainwater diluted redness, created a pink death, his matter mixing through mud and grass.

His rod, his staff, it comforted me.

Sweat rained from my forehead; my own salt blinded me until I wiped it all away.

The next thing I knew, I was falling. I dreamed I was being thrown into an open grave, but jerked awake and landed on a bed.

We disconnected. And I wondered if we had ever truly connected.

I wish I had met you first. Before we met them.

Its impossible to explain creativity. It’s like asking a bird, ‘How do you fly?’ You just do.