Word Junkies Quotes

#1. Love is a many-splendored thing," she says. "But it is also a pain in the ass.

Cynthia Hand

#2. My love is pizza shaped. Won't you have a slice? It's circular, so there's enough to go around.

Dora J. Arod

#3. I had a dream about you. We installed Dr. Robert Jarvik's artificial heart in a mannequin and brought it to life, only to later kill it because a creature that's all fake heart and no brain is what's commonly called a "politician," and must be destroyed.

Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#4. Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.

Karen Quan

#5. One thing I've learned about myself is that I can accomplish anything I want to. The caveat is that I have to want to do it. I've never been able to forge desire.

Crystal Woods

#6. I had a dream about you. You were an escalator, and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite, and I thought I was as ostrich, because I hadn't figured out how to put the fly in flight. One day you broke down, and then you saw that you and I weren't so different after all.

Dora J. Arod

#7. A sunset is the sun's fiery kiss to the night.

Crystal Woods

#8. Making love to me is amazing. Wait, I meant: making love, to me, is amazing. The absence of two little commas nearly transformed me into a sex god.

Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#9. I love being in love, but I also love other things, like not being jealous, overly sensitive, or needy.

Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#10. If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband's murder.

Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#11. If I could bronze my love, it'd be worthy of a silver medal.

Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#12. What matters is what you are holding in your consciousness as to the possibility for your life now.

Karen S. Wylie MA

#13. Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.

Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#14. Our eventual fate will be the sum of the stories we told ourselves long enough.

Crystal Woods

#15. One leg was stained with blood down to the ankle, and he walked with a ginger, spraddled gait, but he would on no account let a "wumman" lay hands on him to see what was the matter.

Diana Gabaldon

#16. A word a day keeps the psychosis away!

Carol Robi

#17. I'm a fake fact factory. The things I make are the things I make up. Also, as a side business, I make love. Actually, I just made that up.

Dora J. Arod

#18. I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips between his fingers. You cannot posses without loving.

Anais Nin

#19. I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.

Amanda Mosher

#20. To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.

Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#21. I make love with a focus and intensity that most people reserve for sleep.

Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#22. When I was just a cute little caterpillar, you loved me. So I became a butterfly so you would never leave.

Crystal Woods

#23. My love is meatloaf flavored. I just wish my meatloaf was also meatloaf flavored.

Dora J. Arod

#24. We slept, all six of us, beneath a wooden roof that let in the stars, warming one another, our legs intermingled. I dreamed: and in my dreams saw women. But my heart, stained with bloodshed, grated and brimmed over.

Isaac Babel

#25. She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, Dinner was great, but I could go for dessert.

Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#26. Some women feel the need to act like they're never scared, needy or hurt; like they're as hardened as a man. I think that's dishonest. It's ok to feel delicate sometimes. Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn't a rose at all.

Crystal Woods

#27. My heart is burning a hole in my chest and every time you speak to me, it keeps sinking, and I'm left with nothing but ashes. I wish she were talking to me, because the more she speaks to me, the more my heart flutters like a rising phoenix.
-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz

Karen Quan