Road-Tripped Quotes

“I’m quite all right. I’m not even scared. You see, I’ve learned from looking around, there is something worse than loneliness—and that’s the fear of it.”—Dorothy Parker”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“Last night, while I lay thinking here, some Whatifs crawled inside my ear, and pranced and partied all night long, and sang their same old Whatif song.”—Shel Silverstein”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“In youth, it was a way I had, to do my best to please, and change with every passing lad to suit his theories. But now, I know the things I know and do the things I do, and if you do not like me so, to hell my love, with you.”—Dorothy Parker”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“Whenever I’m asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one.”—Flannery O’Connor”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“Classic Cock. Cock Zero. Diet Cock. Cherry Cock.” He chuckled. “Boy, they have all the cock products.”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“Hold on. I thought you were a vegetarian?” She swallowed. “No, I’m a don’t-tell-me-what-to-do-atarian”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“Woman wants monogamy; man delights in novelty. Love is woman’s moon and sun; man has other forms of fun. Woman lives but in her lord; count to ten, and a man is bored. With this the gist and sum of it, what earthy good can come of it?”—Dorothy Parker”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.”—Diane Arbus”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“Even the laws of physics sounded asinine coming from her mouth. “Like, for every action, there’s, like, an equal and opposite reaction, like, you know?”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“And if my heart be scarred and burned, the safer, I for all I learned.”—Dorothy Parker Soundtrack:”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“I love your hairless chest.” She nuzzled his pecs. “So smooth and sculpted. Like a marble manslut statue.”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“Blindfold yourself. I have a surprise.” “Did you wash this?” She sniffed and wrinkled her nose. “It’s crusty.” “Did you wash it when you made me wear it?” “This isn’t one of your spankerchiefs, is it?”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped

“This isn’t one of your spankerchiefs, is it?” “The hell?” “You know, your jizz rag?”
― Nicole Archer, Road-Tripped