Now life is given in exchange for pain and fear, and that's the basis of the whole deception. Now man is still not what he should be. There will e a new man, happy and proud. Whoever doesn't care whet...

Nobody's cut out for this town, Shane said. Nobody sane anyway.Says the kid who came back.Yeah, kind of proves my point.

Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.

Isn't it supposed to be like this? He smiled. The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experienc...

If you don’t make a move on Lark, I’m going to hook you two up. Don’t make me stoop to that shit, man. Bad enough I’m helping Tucker find a decent fuck for Bailey. I really don’t need to play matchmak...

If what you sell doesn’t help me then why are you knocking on my door?

If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late?

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness - a real thorough-going illness.

I looked over at the others. Obviously Ash and I didn't. Daniel, Hayley, and Corey said they'd be fine. Chloe hoped she would—she had gymnastics training. Mr. Bae joked that it would be his first time...

I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:

He leaned over toward me, putting his fingers under my chin. He grazed my lips with his nose and then with his own lips, first gently, and then taking them into his mouth and biting them one at a time...

Hayvanların yenmek suretiyle unutuluşundan öte, Kafka'ya göre hayvan bedenleri, unutmak istediğimiz tüm yanlarımızın unutuluşunun da yükünü taşıyordu. Eğer doğamızın bir yanını inkar etmek istersek, b...

Grace would be a poor host indeed to exclude anyone.

Each morning, despite the unknowns, they made their legs move.

But why diminish your soul being run-of-the-mill at something? Mediocrity: now there is ugliness for you. Mediocrity's a hairball coughed up on the Persian carpet of Creation.

Bat stood in the open door and said I am a crime scene unit detective from the New York City Police Department, you heinous fucking mongoloid, and there is nothing I cannot do.

All my means are sane, my motive and my object mad.

Do you know that I was the anchor on the 'CBS Morning Show?' And my newsman was Walter Cronkite.

Men will now get up and walk with the baby in the middle of the night change its diapers and give it a bottle but in their heart of hearts they still think they shouldn't have to.