In my memory her love shimmers, glimmers, and glitters the w... - Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE
"In my memory her love shimmers, glimmers, and glitters the way light on black water reflects like diamonds, the treasure that was us."
"In my memory her love shimmers, glimmers, and glitters the way light on black water reflects like diamonds, the treasure that was us."
"I’m a natural salesman. I sold my soul to the devil. I’m so shrewd that I got pennies on the dollar for it. Ha! Wait, a buyer who gets pennies on the dollar is the clever one in the deal. Damn it! Lucifer tricked me!"
"People tell me I look like my father. I've never seen my dad, so does that mean I look invisible?"
"I keep water in my pockets, as portable fish tanks. My love letters often get soggy with sentimentality."
"I mined my mind, and I found no love. My heart is where excavation yields gold, and if you dig me as much as I dig you, we can both get rich."
"Why aren’t red traffic lights heart-shaped? Probably because it’s not like rush hour can get any more romantic."