Well wakey fucking wakey, sunbeam! Life's fucking Borstal!
Venga, hombre, ¿qué es un crítico? Un individuo que lee deprisa y corriendo, de manera arrogante pero nunca prudente.
Uzaemon is no longer surprised by Shuzai's perspicacity. I don't know if I have the right to involve you.To a believer in Fate, replies Shuzai, it's not you who is involving me.
Us f’gotten slaves was bein’ drained by hunger’n’pain an’ the mozzies from the slopin’ pond now an’ we was envyin’ that Hawi boy diresome, till at a nod from Lyons they ripped down Elfy’s pants an’ he...
Unglückswurm Olly ist also ein Hörspiel auf Radio 4. Und was bin ich? - Du, Hugo, sie küsste mich aufs Ohrläppchen, bist ein schmutziger französischer Low-Budget-Film., Einer, auf den man nachts zufäl...
Unglückswurm Olly ist also ein Hörspiel auf Radio 4. Und was bin ich? - Du, Hugo, sie küsst mich aufs Ohrläppchen, bist ein schmutziger französischer Low-Budget-Film, auf den man nachts zufällig im Fe...
Uncle Tarmac says vehicles always resemble their owners, and likes advising my female cousins to judge whether boyfriends will make decent husbands or not by observing how they treat or mistreat their...
Un sueño a pleno día. Jamás escribiré nada que valga la centésima parte. Ojalá pecase de inmodesto, pero no es el caso. El sexteto del Atlas de las nubes engloba mi vida, es mi vida, ahora soy un cohe...
Ultimately, wars escalate by eating their own shit, shitting bigger and eating bigger.
Two old people in a room devoid of furniture, steam rising from their teacups. They were motionless and expressionless. Waiting for something. I wish I could go into their room and sit down with them....
Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods’ consciences; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding up the mirror.
This is why the elite need a prophylactic barrier of shitty state schools, to prevent clever kids from working-class post codes ousting them from the Enclave of Privilege
These jokes the world plays, they're not funny at all.
There’s something fishy about Google’s motto, Don’t Be Evil. I’m not saying it’s controversial but it makes you think, Why bring that up? Why have you suddenly put the subject of being evil on the age...
There's a link between bigotry and bad spelling.
There are so many cities in every single city.
Then the true true is diff’rent to the seemin’ true? said I. Yay, an’ it usually is, I mem’ry Meronym sayin’, an’ that’s why true true is presher’n’rarer’n diamonds.
The mind has a mind of its own. It shows us pictures. Pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. This mind's mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voice.
The Ghost of Sir Felix Finch whines, But it's been done a hundred times before!--as if there could be anything done a hundred times between Aristophanes and Andrew Void-Webber! As if Art is the , no...
The Dusk follows you as you go through it. If it touches you, you cease to exist, so one wrong turn down a dead end, that’s the end of you. That’s why you have to learn the labyrinth by heart.