Backseat Saints Quotes

“He was treating me like something breakable, which is different from how you treat something you yourself have broken.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“I was looking for my ex-lover to break the Sixth Commandment.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“A pretty woman is a Christmas tree,' my mother told me in the airport. This fella is hanging things on my branches as his gaze sweeps from my face all the way down my body to my hips and then back to my face. Ideas fly from his widened eyes and land on me like teeny, decorative burdens. He is giving me shyness, maybe, some book smarts, and a certain yielding sweetness in bed. The oil-slick eyes get me, and I find myself hanging a few ornaments myself, giving him deft hands and a sense of humor.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“I step straight toward the female librarian. She looks soft, as if she's been raised in a box and purely milk-fed, like veal.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“I wanted her note to say that I was a red hole dug out of the guts of her, a seeping wound that hadn’t healed a lick in the twenty-odd years since she had left me.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“I'd thought Clarice's smile was both too dim and friendly and too wide and white, so that she looked to me like the love child of a cannibal and a Labrador retriever.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“...blind and naked as an unearthed mole, uncomprehending.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“Young men see pretty, and they start hanging all the things they hope you’ll be onto you till you’re so weighed down you can’t move.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“The weird go west,” I tell my dog. Anyone too strange for Berkeley must walk straight into the sea like a lemming to drown. Or possibly grow gills. If they are too odd for this city, there can be no place for them above sea level.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“She’d only set my mouth, giving me her taste for called saints, good books, and angry men.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“My plan was to go on my run, grab Ms. Fancy, drive like a cocaine-attled hell bat to the airport and hurl her and her bags out as I slowed down in the drop off lane.”
― Joshilyn Jackson, Backseat Saints

“Young men, romantics, call it love at first sight, but even then I understood it was only prettiness. Young men see pretty, and they start hanging all the things they hope you'll be onto you till you're so weighed down you can't move.”
― Joshilyn Jackson , Backseat Saints