Quotes By Author: Michael Faudet
“She had a habit of walking around in white cotton panties and writing poetry on the back of crumpled envelopes.”
“We fell asleep as lovers do, listening to the raindrops pitter-patter on the old tin roof, hands entwined and souls secretly smiling.”
“I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.”
“A mind possessed by unmade books.”