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What do writers look like?
A nose is ordinarily naked. A nose isn’t nipple, although there are similarities.
When the clock reads 3:00, I don’t call it three o’clock, I call it three hundred, and I remember the Spartans. At 3:01, however, I remember what I was doing at 2:59, and I get back to it.
She had no mind, but I didn’t mind, because she had a body like an upside down question mark.
When I think about all the thinking I’ve done, I get sleepy, like a coffee-colored bear.
I got stood up. I wasn’t mad, because at the time I was in a wheelchair.
The escalator doesn’t work, and you’d think they’d still be used as stairs, but in this economic depression, even the stairs are unemployed.
A united front announcing a split.
Frankie Perino and I were lucky that day. Lucky to be alive-that's what everyone said.
Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
I just started working the graveyard shift at the cemetery. Come to think of it, every shift at the cemetery is the graveyard shift.
Donegan Bane and Gracious O'Callahan - the Monster Hunters. Adventurers, inventors, authors of and it's sequels, and
I work hard for my money. It feels very liberating to be broke.
I peed on the floor to get hired. Now I’m the janitor.
Money’s a tool, like a wrench, and until I make more I need to tighten my belt.
If somebody kills me, at least I won’t be accused of murder. Well, assuming all my clones have alibis.
Pull a thread in my story and feel the tremor half a world and two millenia away.
I started out on a treadmill—and I just did my first marathon. And all while sitting in a wheelchair.
Even in woo woo circles, shamanism is the fringe of the fringe.
When it comes to Schopenhauer, I think I need a To-Go box.
