Chicken... I am a black man, we love our chicken, but I don't eat it anymore. My genotype means I don't process it as well as other things. But I eat lamb twice a week; that is a super food for me.
For me, 'Lamb' started out as a further exploration of the phenomenon of faith and the responsibility of a messiah that I touched on in 'Coyote Blue' and 'Island of the Sequined Love Nun,' but it ended up being an exploration of the true meaning of s...
Lex: He's gonna eat the goat? Tim: Excellent! Donald Gennaro: What's the matter, kid? You never had lamb chops? Lex: I happen to be a vegetarian.
Jame "Buffalo Bill" Gumb: [to a mirror] Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard. I'd fuck me so hard.
Clarice Starling: If you didn't kill him, then who did, sir? Hannibal Lecter: Who can say. Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere.
[to Clarice] Dr. Frederick Chilton: You know, we get a lot of detectives here, but I must say I can't ever remember one as attractive.
Roden: Sphingid ceratonia, maybe. [cuts open cocoon] Roden: Agent Starling, meet Mr. Acherontia styx. Pilcher: Weird. Roden: Better known to his friends as the Death's-head moth.
Ann Darrow: Don't you think the skipper's a sweet old lamb? Jack Driscoll: Ha ha ha! I'd hate to have him hear me say that!
I have a Kenwood charcoal grill. In our house, if anybody is cooking, it's me. I love making burgers. I love making pork tenderloin. Lamb chops I do on the grill a lot. But you just can't beat brats.
I made a tentative conclusion. It seemed from all of this that uppermost among human joys is the negative one of restoration: not going to the stars, but learning that one may stay where one is.
Evening you gather back all that dazzling dawn has put asunder: you gather a lamb, gather a kid, gather a child to its mother.
When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
The Angel Gabriel disappeared once for sixty years and they found him on earth hiding in the body of a man named Miles Davis.
You cannot believe what you do not believe, Rumi siad. I am an Untouchable because my karma dictates it.
That's the difference between irony and sarcasm. Irony can be spontaneous, while sarcasm requires volition. You have to create sarcasm.
We were seekers. You are that which is sought, Joshua. You are the source. The end is divinity, in the beginning is the word. You are the word.
She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.
She didn't give a damn about some of them, but she had grown to learn that inattention can be a stratagem to avoid pain, and that it is often misread as shallowness and indifference.
Growing up, my birthday was always Confederate Memorial Day. It helped to create this profound sense of awareness about the Civil War and the 100 years between the Civil War and the civil rights movement and my parents' then-illegal and interracial m...
Finding a 'sacrificial lamb' on whom to tag blame for complicated problems is an important instrument in the toolkit of politicians, because it deflects blame for the nation's economic woes away from their own regulatory lapses, economic mismanagemen...
You always need that spark of imagination. Sometimes I'm midway through a book before it happens. However, I don't wait for the muse to descend, I sit down every day and I work when I'm not delivering lambs on the farm.
