Sense of Place Quotes

“I have a black belt in sarcasm, and my wit is like lightning.”
― N.R. Walker, Sense of Place

“You know what a sense of place is?” Cooper nodded. “It’s when the place you’re in feels like home. Where you’re at peace.” I nodded. “That’s exactly right.” Cooper looked around. “This place?” I shook my head. “No.” His voice kind of squeaked. “Me?” I nodded and grinned. “You’re my sense of place, Cooper.”
― N.R. Walker, Sense of Place

“I couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you have some tough-guy persona I haven’t seen yet?” “Absolutely,” he said brightly. “I have a black belt in sarcasm, and my wit is like lightning.”
― N.R. Walker, Sense of Place

“You’d better be thinking of me when you smile like that,” Cooper said, now standing beside me. I hadn’t heard him come into the kitchen. I bumped his hip with mine. “Of course I’m thinking about you.” “Then why aren’t you hard?” he asked, looking pointedly at my crotch. Before I could say anything, he said, “They have pills now, for old guys who can’t get hard.”
― N.R. Walker, Sense of Place

“Oh, shut up,” I grumbled. “I suck at cooking and you know it.” He got a glazed, dreamy look on his face and after a while, he said, “I’m sorry, you mentioned sucking and I got distracted. I didn’t hear a word after that.” I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen, but he called out, “Your cooking is fine, Tom. But your sucking skills are your true talent.”
― N.R. Walker, Sense of Place

“What’s PSA?” “Prostate test.” “Prostate?” Cooper asked, looking a little miffed. “I hope he bought you dinner first.”
― N.R. Walker, Sense of Place

“It’s about time I spent time on what’s really important.” “Well, work, then dinner, then you can do what’s really important.” Then he added, “You know I’m what’s important, don’t you? I meant that you can do me.”
― N.R. Walker, Sense of Place

“I’ll always be your big spoon.” He snorted. “Unless I’m being the big spoon. Then you’ll be my little spoon.” “Always.”
― N.R. Walker, Sense of Place

“Cooper fell back onto his back. “Jesus, Tom. Don’t ask me to marry you when I’m mad. Fuck.”
― N.R. Walker, Sense of Place