All those other girls are cake... I'm Crème brûlée... Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.

— Brandi L. Bates

A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before.

— Brandi L. Bates

Be selective in your battles...

— Brandi L. Bates

Can't even sleep through the night without you and those sun-dried ginger ale complected limbs crocheted into my thighs...

— Brandi L. Bates

David’s mouth dripped open slowly. He stood with his heels dug into my carpet, a dashed hope, a broken dream. No amount of money could top the priceless look that gathered on his face like an unmade bed. His eyebrows crumpled and furrowed like disheveled sheets. His lips curled into an acidic smirk. Confusion and shock collided in the cornea of his dilated pupils. He was a B.B. King song, personified. His entire body sang the blues.

— Brandi L. Bates

Do little things every day that no one else seems to want to do, be patient, and success will find you.

— Brandi L. Bates

Drama does not just walk into our lives. Either we create it, invite it, or associate with it.

— Brandi L. Bates

Every morning I look in the mirror and remind myself: "No one owes you sh*t!" In this way, I am never disappointed. Never placing blame.

— Brandi L. Bates

Everyone's life changes when they meet their Obi-Wan & their Yoda, or their Morpheus & their Oracle; those who help remove the veil.

— Brandi L. Bates

Fruit falls when you shake the tree. You have to keep making things happen.

— Brandi L. Bates