Quotes by : Dennis Vickers

The world of literature is a sacred mirror that shows not the reality around us but the dreams and fears....

Words are harsh mistresses, to be sure. Like petulant divas, they want only those parts that play to....

Laughter erupted from her belly and shot out her mouth like pigeons through an open cage door, schoolchildren....

Her eyes beamed over the top of the cup like Peterbilt high beams coming over a hillcrest, full moon....

For most of human history people owned other people. Then, only a hundred and fifty years ago, our ancestors....

The physical world exists, but that’s only the paint and canvas; that’s only the instrument we use....

Am I an old man who changed into a butterfly, or a butterfly who thinks he was once an old man?

Only locks in life are what you think you know, but don’t. Accept your ignorance and try something....

You’re the only you you get in this life! Show a little appreciation!

Like a fire alarm going off in your ear, sulfur up your nose, mouth full of sour milk, reality is what....

Respect the world and it takes care of you disrespect her and she kicks your ass.