This much I know already: When Tommy and the Big Brains, in whispered, wry asides, talk about Project 88715, they call it something else. They call it the "Adam Project.
He glared at Lucian in the manner of birds, first peering through one eye and then turning his head to peer through the other, apparently finding both views equally loathsome.
Find a printer paper and imagine a full-grown bird shaped something like a football with legs standing on it. Imagine 33,000 of these rectangles in a grid. (Broilers are never in cages, and never on multiple levels.) Now enclose the grid with windowl...
Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.
If you expect me to believe that a lawyer wrote , I must be dafter than I look.
No one has proved to me that my husband isn’t still alive somewhere in Southeast Asia. So, as far as I’m concerned, if even one man is alive, we own him more than this – than presuming him dead for the sake of tidying paperwork.
I didn't find my story; it found me, as autobiography always does: finds you out in your deepest most private places.
The story of his great-grandfather . . . was his own story, too.
As long as one suffers one lives.
Surrender is the only path to supernatural living.
I was in '78 recently," he announced. "I brought you this." He handed me a single by the Beatles. I didn't recognize the title. "Didn't they split in '70?" "Not always. How are things?
The tourist was the great conservative who hated novelty and adored dirt.
I shouldn't believe anything I say, if I were you-and that includes what I just told you.
Bowden Cable is the sort of honest and dependable operative that is the backbone of SpecOps. They never win commendations or medals and the public has no knowledge of them at all. They are all worth ten of people like me.
The fact of the matter is that readers and audiences are never blank slates: individuals see in a work whatever they need to see at that moment.
It’s often said that writers sometimes need to go around the block a few times to get where they’re going.
The habit of expression leads to the search for something to express. Something remains as a residuum of the commonplace itself, if one strikes out every commonplace in the expression.
So long as governments set the example of killing their enemies, private individuals will occasionally kill theirs.
There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.
Hard work is great. It buys you more tickets to the luck lottery.
Ah, pay no heed if your enemies laugh. They'll not be able to once you lop off their heads.
