Best 45 quotes of Dennis Vickers on MyQuotes

Abandoned like an empty beer bottle, cigarette butt, worn-out shoe.

Alliteration is not a prostitute to be sold to every sailor who visits the port. This fine lady is a valuable literary diva one should ask to sing her aria only for special occasions.

Am I an old man who changed into a butterfly, or a butterfly who thinks he was once an old man?

A surprising number, like options in the cereal aisle, liberal studies graduates working fast food, people who don’t know Shakespeare coined the phrase break the ice.

Breathed like a contestant in a polka marathon, sit-up contest, stationary bike race.

Could be an amazing product, sell like condoms at a high school prom, donuts at a police convention, sunscreen on a Caribbean crush ship.

Disappeared like fog in a stiff morning breeze, teen revilers when a squad car creeps up the driveway, roaches when the kitchen light comes on.

Ditched like an unwanted cat, worn-out tire, ugly blind date.

Divided like boys and girls at a summer camp, egg whites and yolks in grandma’s lemon-meringue-pie recipe, dogs and cats in pet heaven.

Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.

Flipped through memories like old copies of National Geographic, pages in a yellowing high-school year book, cable-television channels looking for a baseball game.

Fluorescent lights on the ceiling lit up the white Formica top of her desk like an operating table, white-sand beach at high noon, French fries under the heat lamp at McDonald’s.

Followed like a goat on a halter, hungry dog closing on his just-filled dinner bowl, water-bottle and towel carrier behind the tuba section of a marching band.

Gasps erupted from his nostrils like grouse from a thicket, schoolboys onto a recess yard, grease spatters from frying bacon.

gleaming like a searchlight, Iowa moon, silver plate.

Her brown eyes flashed like headlamps on a police cruiser, cameras at a Superbowl kickoff, lightning over Frankenstein’s castle.

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.

Her hair burst from her head like a fireworks shell erupting, framing her face in spray of red-blond energy.

He yawned like a black bear coming out of hibernation.

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.

Hung in the air like fart gas in an elevator, insecurity in a prom ballroom, guilt around a police lineup.

My mind spun like the flywheel on an antique John Deere, merry-go-round during second-grade recess, hard spun roulette wheel.

Only locks in life are what you think you know, but don’t. Accept your ignorance and try something new.

Polish the young woman’s ego like wax on a wood floor, Shinola on shoes, spit on an apple.

Poetry comes out of you like a pot of oatmeal boiling over.

Probing the corners of the room like a caged cat, fly caught in a jar, fart in an elevator.

Rang in my ears like Easter morning churchbells in Rome, rumble from an unmuffled Harley, fireworks shells exploding over a Fourth-of-July parade.

Respect the world and it takes care of you; disrespect her and she kicks your ass.

Screamed like a manic cheerleader heaping encouragement on her high school’s punt returner as he breaks through the first wall of blocks.

She looked at the ceiling, eyelashes batting like hummingbird wings.

She pinched her lips tight together, like someone considering a foul smell, three-legged dog, ugly baby.

Smiled like a homecoming queen, Pit Bull Terrier with a new collar, actress on the Letterman show.

Snatched away like socks glommed off the sale table at Wal-Mart, dog treat snapped up by an eager German Sheppard, mouse picked off the lawn by a swooping owl.

Squeal like a cheerleader named prom queen, aging retiree placing the game-winning bingo button, frenzied fan finding Johnny Depp in her supermarket.

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.

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.

Sweating like a fat woman in a sauna, nun with a tattoo on her tit, overweight jockey.

The flesh of her butt jiggled like water-filled beach balls, oil drops dangling from a soupspoon, oversized Jell-O dessert cups.

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.

Vanished like inhibitions at a bachelorette party.

Washed-out like last year’s swimsuit.

Whacked away under the desk like hail on a barn roof.

Wrinkles appeared and disappeared as he squinted his eyes and relaxed them, like someone peering into a strobe light, police car-top beacon, flashing neon beer sign.

You’re the only you you get in this life! Show a little appreciation!

Your eyes flash like Fourth-of-July sparklers, headlights on a mountain road, sparks in a short-circuited toaster.