Jake: That Night Train's a mean wine.
The world of wine is more creative than the world of cooking.
Wine is the drink of the gods, milk the drink of babes, tea the drink of women, and water the drink of beasts.
The emotion at the point of technical breakthrough is better than wine, women and song put together.
And this time as the lashes come, try to think about the pain, instead of against it, because there is not one single aspect of life, past, present, or future, that does not tear your reason from you, to think on it. So think about the pain. This pai...
She lay there like a beautiful lace covered present for the troll with her sweet hands wrapped up in the red bow of Lilith’s red silk thong.
As a very young person, I was ready and willing to explore and try new things, unhampered by the daily routines that adults so often feel obligated to adhere to.
If you work hard enough at something, it begins to make itself part of you, even though you do not really like it and know that part isn't real.
A brick could be used to build a color theory that red objects encapsulate rage. Don’t believe me? Think of all the red objects that inspire hate: stop lights, Nazi swastikas, and tomato juice.
Marry me, he says. I got all my own teeth, I wash twice a year an I'll cut you in fer half the business here.
The judge like a great ponderous djinn stepped through the fire and the flames delivered him up as if he were in some way native to their element.
They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.
I observe that there is a good deal of German music on the programme, which is rather more to my taste than Italian or French. It is introspective, and I want to introspect.
A dead body is much more fascinating than a live one, and I have learned that most corpses tell better stories.
Men started praying to you, begging for a taste. That legend of yours spiraled out of control. You gave the people hope. They were told you were all they ever needed.
If this is the will of God, it takes a strange and terrible shape. I did not know that the God of Battles was vile like this. I never knew that a saint could summon torment like this.
The castle will seem very quiet and strange without you here. The stone stairs and the chapel will miss your footstep, the gateway will will miss your laughter, and the wall will miss your shadow.
I say nothing, not one word, from beginning to end, and neither does he. If it were lawful for a woman to hate her husband, I would hate him as a rapist.
Only on a few occasions had I ever been comfortable showing my body off, and now here I was, taking a job where Asian boobs and ass ran free.
Just as there is no warning for childbirth, there is no preparation for the sight of a first child... There should be a song for women to sing at this moment, or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough t...
I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.
