My words always get me into troubles. And if not my words, it is my facial expressions.
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Then it's fun and games you can't see anymore.
Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold...
If I could do it all again, I would start three hundred years ago, and write twice as fast.
As concerning the things whereof thou asked me, I will tell thee; for the evil is sown, but the destruction thereof is not yet come.
Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day.I'm calling it Summerset Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy.
Funny,’ Will said, as they picked their way through. ‘Things are absolutely awful and yet people look much happier than usual. Look at them all. Bubbling.’
You can pretend to be serious but you can't pretend to be witty.
Dr. Cox: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present, Man Not Caring.[points to self]
When the first book out my sister-in-law read it and we were chatting at 5 o'clock in the afternoon and she said, "Oh my God, chapter six, sex and a murder," and her five year old wandered into the ki...
Go thy way to a woman with child, and ask of her when she had fulfilled her nine months, if her womb may keep the birth any longer within her.
How, and when shall these things come to pass? wherefore are our years few and evil?
No one is more profoundly sad than he who laughs too much.
What's it like to be a living legend? A lot fucking better than being a dead one..." Geordie Selwyn, Appetite for Corruption
Maxim 36: When the going gets tough, the tough call for close air support.-The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries
I find her anecdotes more efficacious than sheep-counting, rain on a tin roof, or alanol tablets.... you will find me and Morpheus, off in a corner, necking.
She cannot: but must do it by distance of time.
The land, that thou see now to have root, shall thou see wasted suddenly.
When I write, it feels like there are two little creatures that sit on each of my shoulders. One whispers, "You can do this. You've got what it takes." The other sounds like my mother-in-law.
I love you silly 'holy' book. Here's hoping everybody un-reads it.