Richard put away the Narnia books, convinced, sadly, that they were an allegory; that an author (whom he had trusted) had been attempting to slip something past him. He had had the same disgust with the Professor Challenger stories, when the bull-nec...
Here’s the thing - in this damned century, you’ll meet a lot of people who do a lot of things. What’s funny is the fact that the most desirable attributes of these people are nothing but developed and cultured thoughts. And these things come na...
I thought of what pride would look like, a jowly old guy in a smoking jacket. Vanity was a tall, beautiful woman with a face like a mask. Envy was a treasure-hoarding dragon, dainty and diabolical. As I sketched in the dragon's face, I gave her eyebr...
The earth will always be the same - only cities and history will change, even nations will change, governments and governors will go, the things made by men's hands will go, buildings will always crumble - only the earth will remain the same, there w...
Frank closed his troubled blue eyes and tipped his head back, but quickly regretted it. The moment he blocked out the light of the campfire, he was back on the smoke cover land. The ground beneath him seemed to be reaching up, eager to soak the life ...
The faery lady looked at Hettie curiously from beneath her wig. "You know..." she said, very softly. "All I wanted was that you would be my friend. That isn't very much to ask, is it? Doesn't everyone in the Smoke Lands have a friend? Doesn't everyon...
...she's leaving now. ... Janis attacks the back door of the school gym and finds herself in a heavy cloud of smoke. She realizes she's found the Goths' hangout. Who knew? "Oof," someone says. She keeps walking, muttering, "sorry" to whomever it was ...
I had a dream about you. You were playing the piano in a bar lit by neon blue lights. Smoke hung in the air like a cloud that never rains. I asked if you could play the song, “The Meat In My Fridge Never Goes Rotten,” but you claimed to have neve...
It was very still. The tree was tall and straggling. It had thrown its briers over a hawthorn-bush, and its long streamers trailed thick, right down to the grass, splashing the darkness everywhere with great spilt stars, pure white. In bosses of ivor...
Baumauer has been lured into the exhausting habit of supplying Kalist with ever more exceptional quality work just to appease him and often survives all day and all evening without food, but Maxwell D. Kalist is never satisfied. He heavily criticises...
Cancer seems a high price to pay for an innocuous-looking habit. You get into smoking and you are robbed of the last 25 years of your life. Some cocky souls will say, 'Ah yes, but they are the worst 25 years.' Nobody feels like that in a cancer ward....
Put this huge glow in the dark mask-smile of pessimism, with long teeth and big mouth, on the floor face, she srastetsya with your skin, it will flash whenever you are going to talk, she gave you amazing power, and you begin to understand, the extent...
He had a book to finish. Ten-thousand words. The other ninety thousand had been difficult. This last tenth seemed impossible. His plot had become derailed. He was unable to see his way through the smoke and coke dust of a mythical railway track that ...
A touch so tender Bliss of sweet words fills of desire Open Hearts of sweet surrender Nightly poison gas the fire. A quite place to romance Touches as we held hands. No loud words spoken, but whispers Just Heart, promises to be kept No tales being to...
Before you can ask 'Is Darwinian theory correct or not?', You have to ask the preliminary question 'Is it clear enough so that it could be correct?'. That's a very different question. One of my prevailing doctrines about Darwinian theory is 'Man, tha...
Ten Bears: [in Lakota; subtitled] Let us smoke a while. John Dunbar: [voiceover] With Ten Bears, it was always more than a while. There was purpose in everything he did, and I knew he wanted me to stay. But I was sure of myself. I would be an excuse,...
Zorg: I hate warriors, too narrow-minded. I'll tell you what I do like though: a killer, a dyed-in-the-wool killer. Cold blooded, clean, methodical and thorough. Now a real killer, when he picked up the ZF-1, would've immediately asked about the litt...
Pete Dunham: [to Bovver] This is Matt, Shannon's brother. Matt Buckner: [Holds his hand out to Bovver] Hey. [Bovver turns his head and smokes his cigarette] Swill: That's the painting on his face, he don't give a fuck, does he? He don't give a fuck. ...
Kay Eiffel: What's this? Penny Escher: It's literature on the nicotine patch. Kay Eiffel: I don't need a nicotine patch, Penny. I smoke cigarettes. Penny Escher: Well, it may help. Kay Eiffel: May help? Help what? Help what, Penny? Help write a novel...
[Ray Castro is smoking] Montel Gordon: You should really try a patch. Ray Castro: Oh man, that shit doesn't work. Montel Gordon: It worked for my cousin. Ray Castro: Yeah? Montel Gordon: Well he had to wear about 6 at a time, but it worked. Ray Castr...
[Nick and Heather are introducing themselves to each other] Heather Holloway: Heather Holloway. Nick Naylor: Nick Naylor. Big Tobacco. Heather Holloway: [holds up tape recorder] Is this kosher? Nick Naylor: Only if I can call you Heather. Heather Hol...
