Chic rarely bothers to leave the Rue De Faubourg Saint-Honore.
I grab at Smitty and he at me, and, for one horrible, deperately embarrassing second we fly into each others arms like Shaggy and Scooby Don't.
The old who refuse to die merely on principle live on forever, to hate life and complain of all the things they could have been spared had they the good sense to die young.
Merry Christmas!
Just think how many books I could've sold if Harry had been a bit more creative with his wand." -[On the success of 50 Shades of Grey]
What will he then do unto his name whereby we are called? ...of these things have I asked.
Hear me, and I will instruct thee; hearken to the thing that I say, and I shall tell thee more.
We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!
There's nothing deeper than love. In fairy tales, the princesses kiss the frogs, and the frogs become princes. In real life,the princesses kiss princes, and the princes turn into frogs.
Pissing is the least of my talents. You ought to see me shit
Naw, I say. Mr ____, can tell you, I don't like it at all. What is it to like? He git up on you, heist your nightgown round your waist, plunge in. Most times I pretend I ain't there. He never know the...
If you ever need to confirm that a girl is worth coming back from Hell for, show her your monster arm and see what she says.
At the zoo, I stood in front of the primate cage listening to a woman marvel at how presidential the four-hundred-pound gorilla looked sitting astride a shorn oaken limb, keeping a watchful eye over h...
As it 'appens, I am Arthur's right-hand man, said Suzy. Or left-hand girl, I can't remember where I stood last time. Anyhow, me and Arthur is like two fingers of a gauntlet. Or at least the thumb and...
A credit card allows you transcend time. For it allows you to put off until tomorrow what you bought today, while you are still paying off what you bought yesterday.
We left dents on each other. Mine was in her heart, and hers was on my car.
If heaven really exists: then heaven is the job, hell is unemployment, while life is merely an interview.
Getting older is no problem. You just have to live long enough.
The art of writing involves making as many cups of tea as you can in the time available for writing. Then adding extra time for writing...
Swearing is a currency the countryside spends well.