Jessica Martinez Quotes

I like the scars because I like the stories. Bravery, stupidity, pain - none of them come free.

I wait. I don't know how long it will take his reproductive organs to decide life is worth living again, but I'm stuck here until they do.

Yeah? What're you planning?"
"She nixed the keg and the strippers, so I don't know. Maybe we'll have a bonfire and torch some furniture.

Lots of things could kill you. Fire. Ice. Why not sadness?

I don't know a thing about jazz."
"That's okay." He pulled me toward the door and opened it. "You know music. Jazz will explain itself.

We watch the chef slice eel and octopus, delicate operations of dismemberment and amputation. For some reason it makes me think of poetry.

She blinks long. Long. Like a prayer-blink.

Cute kid. Dimples, curls, he's like a male Shirley Temple.

The violin wasn't alive. It wasn't a baby or an animal, not living.
But that would be easier to believe if I hadn't felt it breathe and sing.

I could feel myself shrinking. I couldn't move, not even to blink or breathe. Soon I'd be nothing at all.