Karissa Kinword > Quotes

“I knew it,” I whisper. “You see me, too.” Silas squeezes my hand back and nods in haste. “Every single night when I go to sleep, Eliza.”
― Karissa Kinword, Forget Me Not

“I’d taken the man down the back of my throat like it was an Olympic sport in broad daylight on the coastal highway.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves.”
― Karissa Kinword, Forget Me Not

“Between work and my personal life, the last several years had been like ripping wax off a labia—”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“I’ve met you a thousand times then, Book Girl,” he says. “In a thousand stories.”
― Karissa Kinword, Forget Me Not

“I was in the military,” I reminded her. “Where interests are limited to drinking, fucking, and blowing shit up.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“I’ve lost every friend, but you.”  “I’m not your friend, Silas.”  “No, you are my reason.”
― Karissa Kinword, Forget Me Not

“I knew what love was, what it looked like—but it was never in my sphere, never really in my home, not in the years I could remember, anyway.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
― Karissa Kinword, For Pleasure Or Worse

“You could just say you were looking at my dick.” I rolled my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Was there a way to retract inside one's own asshole? “It’s fine,” he assured me. “I did it too.” “You looked at my dick?” Frankie coughed out a laugh and looked around as a man shimmied behind him and further down the aisle. “I’m more of an ass man, to be honest.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“So you have more of a teacher/bad student, ‘smack him around with a yardstick for not doing his homework’ fantasy.” “I actually have the opposite of that, because I’m pretty sure even thinking it would get me fired.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“I don’t want him, Silas.” I slithered to his side, tracing my fingertips up his torso. “It’s always been you.”
― Karissa Kinword, Forget Me Not

“I shifted the focus until the zoom landed directly over the crotch of his pants and tilted my head. A second later, someone cleared their throat from above me. “Shit.” I slammed my phone facedown in my lap and looked up at the person who undoubtedly just watched me analyze a dude’s bulge. Only, it was much, much worse than that. “Oh—fuck.” “It’s better in person.” Frankie stood above me, smirking.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“A flicker of color returned to his dark eyes. “Who else would I have to sext at one in the morning?” “The ladies at the retirement home, probably.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“That’s a good voice, I thought. One I wouldn’t mind hearing on a late-night phone call, long distance. One I’d never delete out of my voicemail just so I could go back and rehear it.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“That’s a good voice, I thought. One I wouldn’t mind hearing on a late-night phone call, long distance. One I’d never delete out of my voicemail just so I could go back and rehear it. But those weren’t things I was supposed to be thinking while I sat next to her on the carpet, sneaking as many secret looks as I could at the way the fireplace brought out the hidden auburn in her hair. I wasn’t supposed to be committing her favorite wine to memory, or remembering her siblings’ names, or spending my entire lunch break researching the best hiking trails in Colorado so I could save them in the notes on my phone, just in case.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“I’ll be picking your ho-ho-ho ass up at a Publix tomorrow morning with your reindeer ears on backwards and Hook(Up) guy’s dick print on your cheek.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“He smiled amusedly. “Only psychopaths sleep with socks on, just so you know. What, do you have ugly toes or something?”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“The Star Souls Theory Two souls are formed from the dust of one star. When the time comes and it ceases to exist, the brilliant, shining star gives itself to the universe—its tandem energy parting ways for a time before inevitably coming back together, destined to be born into the souls of living beings. Those of which are connected intrinsically to one another on this shared plane. Only the luckiest ones will find their other half.”
― Karissa Kinword, Forget Me Not

“All I know, because I’m dating one, is that women in their twenties are talking about husbands and babies at all hours of the fucking day. You want to stick your dick in something wet first thing in the morning, she wants to open a HomeGoods credit card.” I squinted. “Did you open a HomeGoods credit card?” “That’s not the fucking point.” Mateo took an aggressive gulp of his beer. “Ophelia and Natalia are best friends, which means their brains are full of the same twisted, nonsensical DIY projects and seasonal candle scents. Ophelia is looking for someone to settle down with, the same way Tally is ‘accidentally’ leaving her laptop open to all-inclusive honeymoon destinations.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“across the bench seat and tugged at the hem of her dress. “Give me a couple minutes with her?” “Did you just refer to my vagina as her? “Them?”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“I don’t assume it’s a he, I assume it’s him, and because you once told me the texture of a vagina reminded you of a Hot Pocket.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“Home is subjective.” He waved my words out of the air. “A smell, a place, a feeling, a memory. A person.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“Then Silas’s addition in the empty space on the page: In fate I will find you.”
― Karissa Kinword, Forget Me Not

“If it makes you feel any better, Birdie, your affliction is one I can sympathize with all too well right now.”
― Karissa Kinword, Forget Me Not

“I’ll be the first to agree that we’re not paid nearly enough money to deal with parents. The kids are fucking cake in comparison.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“Some people say your twenties are your prime, but I feel like the older we get the more unrelentingly horny we become.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“Are you trying to say men are marketing ploys? Because I agree. They're functional art at best. We have evolved past the need for penis.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“It’s not nothing.” I shook that sentiment away. “But it’s not something—never mind, can we drop it? She’s not from here, she’s too young for me…” “How old is she?” “Not old enough.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek

“I nodded, in utter wonderment over the whole thing. “You touch my dick…” “I touch yours.” He smiled.”
― Karissa Kinword, Christmas in Coconut Creek