Quotes from Eric Jerome Dickey

If I was going to date anybody, I had to see how they were living first.

Sleeping with strangers will have you walking with enemies.

Around the time Solange went mortal combat on Jay-Z . . .

Livvy and Tony are in bed eating Chinese food.

You haven't been the most affectionate sister I know.

There are some nasty bitches out there. If they don't dab the front end, they probably don't wipe the back end. That's women of all colors and races. Guess what? I'm not one. I smell nice at all times.

Iz a Trini. I strong.

There was severe anger. There was severe disappointment. Endless hostility.

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.

A man won't buy the cow when he can get the milk for free" phrase my momma used to say has popped into my head one, maybe two million times

In this business, he who shot last died first

Soon-Bok Kim closed her eyes, said rapid prayers in castellano, beat the steering wheel, begged God to save her and her stupid husband, said they would become better Christians.

I'm guns and roses without the roses

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

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.

the walls of her vagina tightening around me as she laughed.

Early is on time, on time is late, and late is uacceptable.

Some crazy man came up to me and started screaming at me about how he hated Allah, and before I could tell him that my family was part of the Catholic Church in India, he knifed me.

A woman of European heritage sporting a preacher's collar had the opposite effect of a Muslim woman wearing a hijab. She used her privilege and the favored religion to look like a golden child.

I said, "This is what happens when you find Gideon." Eyes

I went to public school but kept to myself. When you live in a brothel, you don't want anyone coming to your home.

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.

He made himself comfortable on his back and I climbed him, straddled his face . . . and leaned toward the headboard so I could keep my balance and stay in control, so I wouldn't fall on his nose.