Needless to say, jamming deformed, drugged, overstressed birds together in a filthy, waste-coated room is not very healthy. Beyond deformities, eye damage, blindness, bacterial infections of bones, sl...

My heart is really pounding, I said.That's how you know you're having fun, Margo said.

Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.

It was sort of the pattern to my life - I'd never been strong enough to deal with the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. Always human and weak, the onl...

It turns out that Molly wasn't her mother's daughter in that respect. Charity was like the MacGuyver of the kitchen. She could whip up a five-course meal for twelve from an egg, two spaghetti noodles,...

Isn't it supposed to be like this? He smiled. The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experienc...

If life transcends deathThen I will seek for you thereIf not, then there too

If Marion Hawthorne doesn't watch out, she's going to grow up into a lady Hitler.

I know you'll tell me to fuck off, but I think Curran loves you. Truly loves you. And I think you love him, Kate. That's rare. Think about it--if he really stood you up, why would he be so pissed off...

I didn't even think about suggesting he take the boots off. There'd probably be a apocalypse or something.

Hayvanların yenmek suretiyle unutuluşundan öte, Kafka'ya göre hayvan bedenleri, unutmak istediğimiz tüm yanlarımızın unutuluşunun da yükünü taşıyordu. Eğer doğamızın bir yanını inkar etmek istersek, b...

Have you ever heard a blindfolded octopus unwrap a cellophane-covered bathtub?

Grace would be a poor host indeed to exclude anyone.

For now. But if I ever decide you're useless, you are a dead man.To be killed by you is to be desired more than a life excluded from your service.Bravo. Her Imperial Viciousness laughed with genuine f...

Can you tell me where to find Tobias'? I ask. When I imagine his face, affection for him bubbles up inside of me and all I want to do is kiss him. 'Four, I mean. He's so handsome, isn't he? I don't re...

By the time it was over, we knew the dead were the lucky ones.

But it is a pipe.No, it's not, I said. It's a drawing of a pipe. Get it? All representations of a thing are inherently abstract. It's very clever.

As the old saying goes: With great power comes the total fuckin' certainty that you're gonna turn into a cunt.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on t...