There’s no such thing as a conservative hero.’ He was wise, that old man.
Theophilus Crowe wrote bad free-verse poetry and played a jimbai drum while sitting on a rock by the ocean. He could play sixteen chords on the guitar and knew five Bob Dylan songs all the way through...
Their names are Death, Disease, War, and Sparkle-Darkle Glitter-tits, Sophie said. They’re the four little ponies of the Apocalypse.
The woman raised her voice. I said, what are you doing?Tommy kept typing and looked up. Pardon me, I was ignoring you. What did you say?What are you doing? She repeated.It's a note. Let me read it for...
The night was crisp and the stars shone with a cold blue light like loneliness or infinity.
The entire city of Las Vegas—plastic opulence, treasure for the taking, vulgar towers, and cocktail waitresses with improbable breasts—is built on the self-delusion of the Beta Male.
The dull always seek to be clever at the fool's expense, to somehow repay him for his cutting wit, but never are they clever, and often they are cruel.
The Painting is not shit,' said Lucien.'I know,' said Henri. 'That was just part of the subterfuge. I am of royal lineage; subterfuge is one of the many talents we carry in our blood, along with guile...
That's the scary thing about hope, she said. If you let it go too long it turns into faith.
Sometimes, a man must muster all of his courage simply to sit still. How much humanity has been spoiled for the confusion of movement with progress, my friend? How much?
Shylock repointed his twitching, accusatory digit at his daughter. You do not say such things in my house. You—you—you—you— Run along, love, it appears that Papa’s been stricken with an apoplexy of th...
Privacy is a wonderful thing. Like love, privacy is most manifest in its absence.
Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live.
Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair..
Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, you can't have a baby brother, because that would mean that Daddy had sex, and that's never going to happen again.
Oh, Bassanio is so handsome. As is his friend. Do you fancy him? Do you jest? I was lucky not to be sliding on the slippery floor next to you. That is not why I slipped.
Normally if I met a guy who was unemployed and illiterate who hadn't bathed in a couple of weeks, I'd be standing in a puddle with excitement, but I'm sort of in a bad mood tonight, so take this bag a...
Night crawled across the desert sky like a black cat with phosphorus dandruff.
Macha.
Love without desire, or conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once.