Quotes from Eric Jerome Dickey

She returned to consciousness only to find herself in an unescapable nightmare.

No matter his faults, no matter how he fucked her over, she had to have him. When a man was seen as a hero, no matter what he did, he was forgiven. Love blinded us all. I had seen undying loving in his son's eyes. I had seen confusion sparkle in M&M's eyes. My head was no longer clouded. Chris was not a king. Not a warrior. He was the court jester. He was a Mensa, but he was a fool. Even a well-educated man could still remain a fool. Educated fools filled the world.

Sometimes you have to let people change and grow on their own, you have to back off and hope it turns out for the best.

Knowledge enlightens.

Ownership, even in love, is an illusion. No woman owned any man and no man owned any woman.

We all give up part of ourselves to be with anyone. Relationships change our trajectories.

I was erotic. I was beautiful. I was powerful.

Hard to save anybody when you're locked up, when you're too busy trying to fight to save yourself. When you've made yourself a prisoner.

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 bitches would probably start chewing dicks.

I mean, I am human, got feelings and desires, and might ultimately want the same thang, but can I get a moment of mental stimulation first?

We kissed again . . . . My clit began to twerk.

Marriage is hard work, and you have to show up in hard hat and boots every day of every year.

Number two is just the leader for the rest of the leaders

Inside every pause lived a contemplation

You can't question what has no answer. If I knew then it would not be true love. It would have because attached. I love you because this reason, or that reason. Real love has no because attached.

The mouth that you love to feel sucking you. The mouth that makes your toes curl, the mouth that makes you ache and moan.

He tongue swiped my sex like was licking the frosting off a cupcake. I called out to heaven again. . . . My sounds encouraged him to torture me.

His sexual movements were smoother than warm butter, creative, musical, and right away he became a conductor who directed the performance and moans of his one-woman orchestra with his dick. I sang like a choir.

He dropped his towel. He showed me what I had gotten myself into, what wanted to get into me.

What I Wish, this I do not practice, but what I hate is what I do.

And we all know when a sistuh gets mad, a sistuh gets athletically creative.

the word love has no decent definition!

Baby, ain't no fun being a queen living in a kingless castle.

Your lies are like a silent fart. Can't see 'em, but I can smell 'em.