It's hard for me, a Jew, to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?
It was an eight-harlot inn, if that's how you measure an inn. (I understand that now they measure inns in stars. We are in a four-star inn right now. I don't know what the conversion from harlots to s...
Isolate ’em. That’s why all your loony-toon cult guys have to get their people out in the boonies somewhere where no one can talk any sense into ’em. Just
Is it so hard for you to give up what you never had?
In fact, he sorely hoped that it would happen, because otherwise, the world made no sense, there was no justice, and life was just a tangled ball of chaos.
If 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.
I said, said Lear, most pernicious monstress, perfect in her perfidy! Kent mimed a set of generous bosoms on himself and raised an eyebrow as if to ask, Boobs? I shrugged as if to say, Aye, boobs soun...
I like my tea like I like my men, Audrey said. Jane looked at her quizzically. Weak and green, Charlie said.
I am not the blues, I am jazz. I want to be present in the moment, not wallow in it.
He’s not dumb, Biff, he just has a talent for belief.
Have you never met anyone who works in a record store? There is no greater repository of unjustified arrogance in the world.
Foo shuddered. It had been less than an hour since the cops led Abby away and already he missed her like a severed limb. It was embarrassing. How could hormones and hydrostatic pressure make you feel...
Every time a supermodel divorces her rock-star husband, the Beta Male secretly rejoices (or more accurately, feels great waves of unjustified hope), and every time a beautiful movie star marries, the...
Cry havoc, and let slip the trousers of most outrageous bonkilation!
Charlie Asher: Mrs. Ling, is that duck wearing trousers?Mrs. Ling: Could be . . . . You hear of paper-wrap chicken? This duck in pants.
Change comes through action.
CHORUS: And so, while the fool slept the sleep of the dead, the beautiful Jewess snipped off the tip of his willy.
Blessed are the meek, for to them we shall say attaboy.
And that continued for quite a while until the adventurer admitted that it IS an accepted fact among monsters and giants of all stripes that Englishmen are delicious.
And I’m all, Do you want to get coffee? I have a bag of blood and ten thousand dollars in my messenger. The nosferatu can totally drink lattes as long as they put some blood in it, unless they’re lact...