SNEER. But, what the deuce, is the confidante to be mad too? PUFF. To be sure she is. The confidante is always to do whatever her mistress does- weep when she weeps, smile when she smiles, go mad when she goes mad.-Now, Madam Confidante! But keep you...
Still trying to save the world?” “Always,” I said, “and in case you haven’t noticed, it’s working. The world is still here.
And his father has the gall to think I’d seduce a kid who uses Clearasil instead of aftershave!
Everyone was going crazy, like they’d just witnessed the birth of Jesus and the invention of electricity at the same time. Jude was a rock star, their savior, and they were paying him homage.
...some men say get them crying on your shoulder and you have the sheets half-unfurled already. Other fellows say get them laughing. I say get them drunk. I ordered up more Riesling...
What’re you doin’ up so early?” “Says the rancher,” [Lainie] replied dryly. “Funny. Maybe me ’n’ Kyle had plans for this morning.” [Hank] waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe you and Kyle should’ve gotten up sooner.” She sipped her co...
Lainie blurted, “Hank and Kyle wanna share me. Like, at-the-same-time type of sharing me.” “Holy freakin’ shit.” Tanna’s big gray eyes went comically wide. “They’re offering you a threesome? With them?” ... “Please tell me you sai...
That's enough!" Holly scrambled out of her seat, too. "My three-year-old behaves better than all of you." She looked down at LJ, who was trying to stuff a fry up his nostril. "And that's not saying a whole lot.
The festivities were broken up by Pandora, who lobbed a scoop of ice cream at Lex that landed on the table with a sticky sploosh. “Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya!” she screeched, jigging back into the kitchen.
...men in fear and hunger destroy their stomachs in the fight to secure certain food, where men hungering for love destroy everything lovable about them.... In the world ruled by tigers with ulcers, rutted by strictured bulls, scavenged by blind jack...
Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
You worry about hurting me, but you never seem to worry about me hurting you. And I’m the one with the killer touch.
I have tried to be a man of letters in love with ideas in order to be a wiser and more loving person, hoping to leave the world just a little better than I found it.
Where two principles really do meet which cannot be reconciled with one another, then each man declares the other a fool and a heretic
He made a story for all of them, a story to give them strength. The words of the story poured out of his mouth as if they had substance, pebbles and stone extending to hold the corporal up...knees from buckling...hands from letting go of the blanket.
Don’t listen to the ramblings of fools,” he said, smiling grimly. “When it comes down to it, if they knew the truth, no one would want to live on this earth forever.
But while I was sitting down, I saw something that drove me crazy. Somebody'd written 'fuck you' on the wall. It drove me damn near crazy. I thought how Phoebe and all the other little kids would see it, and how they'd wonder what the hell it meant, ...
By all means. Swords have ever been the best servants of crazy men.
CLAUDIA: I love you as high as the sky and as deep as the sea. MICHAEL: Multiply my love by infinity and take it to the depths of forever, and you still have only a glimpse of how much I feel for you. I love you more.
HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit
I mean, all this stuff you're involved in, it's all gossip. It's people talking about each other behind their backs. That's the vast majority of this social media, all these reviews, all these comments. Your tools have elevated gossip, hearsay and co...
