Is she special? (asks the gay waiter) I thinks she's going to break my heart On arrival of the girl The flannel is fine honey,but I have'nt seen anyone that over accesorized since batman!
In Breeze’s business one got used to running across the skeletons in people’s closets. If Billy’s skeleton wore women’s underwear, it didn’t really matter. Homosexuality on Billy Winston was like acne...
If you're going to learn, you need to forget what you know.
I hope you are not here to ask me to do my bawdy business- the monkey has a nosebleed and the circus, sir, is closed.
Hey, you ever feel like you might just be the construct of an unyielding, all-seeing bureaucracy beyond our perception that is molding humanity to its own will and pleasure?
Henri was giggling now, barely able to contain himself. So I'm to shovel coal into my shoes hoping no one notices, while smoke and steam - what of the vapor? There's little more smoke than a cigar, an...
He smiled to himself. Through many centuries and many incarnations, he had learned one universal truth: bitches love them some cushions.
Get in, get out, and nobody gets hurt, as Uncle Harlan always said, something he picked up in Vietnam.
Funny how easy heartbreak can come. I’ve always had a talent for it.
For it is written that if the wise man appears always stupid, his failures do not disappoint, and his success gives pleasant surprise.
Every time you smell peaches, a ghost just got his rocks off.
Every time you give them a new metaphor for the kingdom they see the metaphor, a mustard seed, a field, a garden, a vineyard, it’s like pointing something out to a cat - the cat looks at your finger,...
Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mist...
By the way, his name was Joshua. Jesus is the Greek translation of the Hebrew Yeshua, which is Joshua. Christ is not a last name. It’s the Greek for messiah, a Hebrew word meaning anointed. I have no...
Andrew Lloyd Webber's version of the Kool-Aid jingle is at once chilling and evocative. Donny Osmond is brilliant as James Jones.
His hero Millet had admonished. Auguste Renoir had told him. Ah, but what they hadn't said, hadn't warned him about, was you could see.
»Das Prinzip Moral verstehe ich nicht.«»Das überrascht mich nicht im geringsten.«
¡Por favor, por el amor de Dios, pon fin a este sufrimiento y fóllame o mátame!
You think anyone is sane you just don’t know enough about them. The key—and this is very relevant in our case—is to find someone whose insanity dovetails with your own.
So here, in not too many pages, someone is going to dispatch the miserable son of a bitch with a shovel. That’s the spirit of Christmas yet to come in these parts. Ho, ho, ho.