Quotes from Eric Jerome Dickey

we take on the impossible and fell miserably!

guilt force justification!

You're a pretty woman. I'm almost as pretty as that silver wedding ring on your left hand.

But that's not the way love goes. You show the good, disguise the bad.

YOLO—you only live once.

I did not want to cater to those who were afraid of words, those who embraced ignorance as if it was their favorite religion, as if they had forgotten about those who marched for their physical and intellectual freedoms. All of that was on my mind, but not voiced, in the name of professionalism.

Eye contact creates wars, creates fights, but eye contact also creates arousal. I felt the weird, pointless tingles, and I read his face and his smile. I tried to look inside him, see what he was feeling, while at the same time guarding myself.

Tonight I was stealing the time of another woman.

Physical attraction was about aesthetics, not sexual performance, not mental stimulation. Without a mental connection, a remarkable sexual performance yielded no lifelong guarantees.

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.

I told Chiquita if a man hadn't made a date with her for a Saturday night before Saturday night, he didn't want to be bothered with her on a Saturday night.

In America the rich man's objective never will be to make the poor man rich.

Chiquita was dancing with a brother who was so old I'd bet he used to baby-sit God.

He asked, May I kiss you? I stopped blinking. The six lanes of traffic stopped moving. That question made the world stop spinning. A chill ran up and down my spine. My hands opened and closed a thousand times.

My sounds encouraged his tongue to torture me. . . . Without embarrassment he sucked me like I was a man . . . . Glanced up at me as I looked down at him. . . . Then put all of his tongue deep inside me again. I lost it. People in planes, and on Century, Sepulveda, and Airport boulevards, heard my sexual pleas.

He was old enough to know you can't make people love you. But I suppose when you're wounded, logic ain't logical.

Turning a cheek never helped a man advance in this world.

If you're craving oatmeal cookies, apple sauce won't do..

He thinks being black means having plenty of attitude; I think having plenty of knowledge is what black is all about;

A man knows if he loves a woman in three months, if not three days, but what he desires in three hours, if that is all he desires, he should never get from you in three hundred years.

I'm the sum of all of my experiences. I'm the culmination of a series of events that have allowed me to arrive at this moment. Even, quite possibly, driven me to this moment. I have controlled some, but most have led me. There is no other identical to what I have become. None. I am me.

Denial is a defense mechanism, all about self-preservation.

I read this book, it said a woman should think of her virginity like it's a window. And every time you sleep with a guy, it's like letting him put his fingerprints on your window. Staining your glass.

That's what sex does: it starts relationships and it verifies the end of relationships.