And now, Elric had told three lies. The first concerned his cousin Yyrkoon. The second concerned the Black Sword. The third concerned Cymoril. And upon those three lies was Elric's destiny to be built, for it is only about things which concern us mos...
I used to be a bumper sticker kind of writer. Now I’m more developed, and my writing often takes up whole bumpers.
When the fog lifts on this economy, I think we’ll find a lot of people refusing to ever turn off their caution lights.
The only reason I didn’t feel like a complete fool was because the failure left me feeling incomplete.
Only the living can read. This means that when I write, my target market is people of the future. Greetings, people of the moon!
For dinner I had seared sneer with a glaze of distant gaze, and a side of mashed pride covered in grace.
Do I attribute my success to hard work, or sunscreen? If you want the truth, maybe you should ask my new albino secretary.
She was very close to my heart. Even though we were separated by a distance of 400 years, I was lying on her grave.
I decided not to charge you with murder, because that would require me filling out lots of paperwork. So you’re free to go.
Orafoura doesn’t know shit about what I said, said Orafoura, quoting The Mythical Mr. Boo to me about the shit that’s been said about him.
I invented underwear with only one leg hole, for people who like to concentrate on frozen orange juice while bungee jumping from a tampon string.
I suspect I’ll be suspicious for my whole life that Saturday night is sleeping with Sunday morning.
I don’t think I’d come off well on TV. But if you ever see me on, my advice is to add more bleach and keep scrubbing the screen.
The written word has its limits and its challenges, for the primal sound in the whole world is that made by the human voice, and the likeness of this human voice must be rendered in dots and strokes...Yet I never forget that the voice, too, is import...
I remembered suddenly that Aspen had always been this way. He sacrificed sleep for me, he risked getting caught out after curfew for me, he scrounged together pennies for me. Aspen's generosity was harder to see because it wasn't as grand as Maxon's,...
Our own egos are so fragile we cannot bear to give our lives to the raising of children only to have them become ordinary people. There, I said it. The worst thing a 21st-century child of interesting parents could be: ordinary. Like us.
People like us, we think differently, don't we? We are different. We do all the things that others do. But when it comes down to it, we don't need anyone else. We're happy doing what we do and having obligation interferes with that. And sometimes I t...
I have a new name for pain. The Obliterator. Because when you’re in pain, nothing else can exist. Not thought. Not emotion. Only the drive to escape the pain. When it’s strong enough, the Obliterator strips us of everything that makes us who we a...
She cleared her throat. “Bryan, I know you’ve interviewed a lot of caregivers—” “Too many,” Bryan shot back. She inched her chin up a notch. “I’m not your typical caregiver. I’m different.” Bryan laughed with no humor. “Yeah, I�...
My language limitations here are real. My vocabulary is adequate for writing notes and keeping journals but absolutely useless for an active moral life. If I really knew this language, there would surely be in my head, as there is in Webster's or the...
Are you going to rape me at any point or anything?" I just figured it was good to get things out in the open, get myself in the right headspace. He whipped his head around and looked at me like I'd just insulted his grandmother. "The fuck? No, I'm no...
