Nature doesn’t ask your permission; it doesn’t care about your wishes, or whether you like its laws or not. You’re obliged to accept it as it is, and consequently all its results as well.
Nakari would place bullet holes on their temples like periods at the end of a sentence.
It's not polite to ask if a man has a big salami in his pants, okay?
It's a coffee place. You can't just automatically classify anything that isn't a steak house as vegetarian.
It is best to know when to keep your salami in your pants and when to pull it out, however, and even my priests have had some difficulty with that issue.
If only someone else hadn’t done that. I hoped she would learn sooner, rather than later, that you can’t unchoose anyone’s choices, least of all your own. All you can do with your past is try to grow...
I was haunted by the ghosts of those who had trespassed against me;
I turned my back on Coyote without saying another word. He didn’t want to know what I was going to do with those granny panties. Surprisingly, Granuaile did. Sensei, what were you going to do with tho...
I could only strive to live so that my merit outweighed my discredit.
I am unsure why modern men are so reluctant to admit that they enjoy snuggling. When they scoff at it or claim to despise it, they’re lying, of course, trying to conform to some bullshit code of machi...
Granuaile shook her head. No, it's gross. You are such a guy sometimes.
Falling in love is like that: you always feel like a dumbass at some point, even if you know it‘s coming — it‘s unavoidable.
Atticus makes gigantic mistakes at times. But there are also times like this one when he makes of his life a poem and achieves an apotheosis of sorts, when his years manifest as wisdom and he spies a...
And there were carved hearts in the trunks of trees with the initials of couples who felt there was no more romantic thing they could do to celebrate their love than scar the local plant life
A son of a Jedi Knight? I thought the Jedi weren't allowed such relationships.That wrung an half ironic grin out of me. Guess I'm not allowed, then.
The nice bit about living in urban America is that people tend to either ignore eccentrics or move to the suburbs to escape them.
Gibbering case of Oh, Shit! I believe that’s a bona fide psychological term; if it isn’t, it should be.
The Celtic ideal for clothing was that it had to be easy to move in if you needed to fight and easy to take off if you wanted a quickie.
Strange how we unconsciously steer ourselves into new spectacular mistakes while trying to avoid repeating our past failures.
Silly cop, I don't need your help; I have a werewolf on retainer.