Between the Shadow and the Soul Quotes

“Her hair burst from her head like a fireworks shell erupting, framing her face in spray of red-blond energy.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Stop that!” Ghost Hemingway ordered. “It’s like teaching goddamned cats to walk on their back legs.” He sighed. “Standing eggs on end in a dining car.” He signed again. “Talking to Scotty Fitzgerald sober.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Suddenly, she emitted a loud, long fart, like air escaping a beach ball, exhaust pipe of a Model T, tire-inflating hose at the service station, and this without any forewarning borborygmus.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Laughter erupted from her belly and shot out her mouth like pigeons through an open cage door, schoolchildren bursting into summer vacation, water from a tapped hydrant.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Abandoned like an empty beer bottle, cigarette butt, worn-out shoe.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Her eyes beamed over the top of the cup like Peterbilt high beams coming over a hillcrest, full moon rising over a mountain lake with its reflected partner, 747 landing lights coming down onto a runway.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Now I felt exposed, on display like a puppy in a pet store window, strip steak in a butcher case, burglar caught in a flashlight beam, in a word, naked.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“She pinched her lips tight together, like someone considering a foul smell, three-legged dog, ugly baby.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Could be an amazing product, sell like condoms at a high school prom, donuts at a police convention, sunscreen on a Caribbean crush ship.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Tourists hurried past them on the pedestrian-only street like chickens scampering to the feeder, cars scurrying through a tollgate, Niagara River rushing into the falls.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“High-pitched squeal like a beauty pageant contestant found best in show, Oprah audience member given a new Chevy, rookie actress surprised with an unlikely Oscar.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Smiled like a homecoming queen, Pit Bull Terrier with a new collar, actress on the Letterman show.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“She looked at the ceiling, eyelashes batting like hummingbird wings.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Probing the corners of the room like a caged cat, fly caught in a jar, fart in an elevator.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Poetry comes out of you like a pot of oatmeal boiling over.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Squeal like a cheerleader named prom queen, aging retiree placing the game-winning bingo button, frenzied fan finding Johnny Depp in her supermarket.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“The flesh of her butt jiggled like water-filled beach balls, oil drops dangling from a soupspoon, oversized Jell-O dessert cups.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Her brown eyes flashed like headlamps on a police cruiser, cameras at a Superbowl kickoff, lightning over Frankenstein’s
castle.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Sweating like a fat woman in a sauna, nun with a tattoo on her tit, overweight jockey.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“The company’s stock dropped like seagull turds on a car hood, panties on prom night, celebrity names during red-carpet coverage.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Vanished like inhibitions at a bachelorette party.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Screamed like a manic cheerleader heaping encouragement on her high school’s punt returner as he breaks through the first wall of blocks.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Washed-out like last year’s swimsuit.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Studied all year and wrote in my journal like a nun works a Rosary, dog with a new bone, bee in his hive’s back room.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Hung in the air like fart gas in an elevator, insecurity in a prom ballroom, guilt around a police lineup.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“The bus’s wipers slapped out of synch, like poorly rehearsed ballroom dancers, arms of a neophyte swimmer dogpaddling, wobbling grocery-cart wheel and its unencumbered mate.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Carmen blinked and shuddered like someone chewing a lemon ring, enduring a throat culture, challenging a habanero mano-a- mano. “Unbelievable.” She spat the word out.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Spurting out like formula from a colicky baby’s mouth, drops ejected from boiled frosting boiling, preliminary spurts from Old Faithful before the earthquake.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Legs pinched together like bread loafs in a shared pan, linebackers in adjacent seats flying coach fare, chubby cats eating from a single dish.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul