Best 4 quotes of E. E. Giorgi on MyQuotes

Revenge hardly mends anything. The son of a bitch you want to crush does not exist. The son of a bitch is your own self.

She was wearing a sleeveless top that held her breasts in the most marvelous way, the balance between what it revealed and what it left to the imagination as poetic as a Shakespearean sonnet.

Smells have layers, like sounds have frequencies. Disentangling them is like trying to follow a song in a room full of loud people–you have to learn to tune out the other noises.

The night was nippy and a few stars were out, dimmed by the grin of a crescent moon.