Absinthe removes the bitter taste of failure and grants me strange visions which are charming principally because they cannot be written down. Only in absinthe do I become entirely free and, when I dr...
Women treat us [men] like humanity treats gods – they worship us and keep bothering us to do something.
What’s with all those tattoos? Makes you look like a hooligan.I suspect I am a hooligan.
What's so unpleasant about being drunk?Ask a glass of water!
Well, you may abuse me, be angry with me if you like, Porfiry Petrovitch began again, but I can't resist. Allow me one little question (I know I am troubling you). There is just one little notion I wa...
We all shook hands, and the policeman, having retrieved a piece of chewing-gum from the underside of a chair, where he had parked it against a rainy day, went off into a corner and began to contemplat...
Valuable and ingenious he might be, thought Jack, fixing him with his glass, but false he was too, and perjured. He had voluntarily sworn to have no truck with vampires, and here, attached to his boso...
Unexpected Elizabeth wasn’t falling into his arms as he’d anticipated, even after he had acted heroic and been valiantly injured. Perhaps he lost her.
They desecrate Riora’s sacred temple! She will be enraged.Oh, gods, look at the marble. We are all beyond doomed.Somebody put a plant in front of it!
The mice were furious.[...]Oh yes, said the old man mildly.Yes well so I expect were the dogs and cats and duckbilled platypuses, but...Ah, but they hadn't paid for it you see, had they?Look, said Art...
She introduced herself to my parents with one of her mighty, bunny-crushing handshakes. (I'd never seen Claudia crush a bunny, to be fair, but that's the approximate level of pressure.)
Sam's hand brushed her shoulder, and she almost jumped out of her skin as he brought his mouth close to her ear and murmured, You look beautiful. Though I bet you already know that. She most certainly...
Please ejaculate, I silently urged the man, so I can go to sleep. (In this way I imagine I was like millions of women before me
Of course I have had to rearrange the text a bit— bugger about with it, as Hébert would say.
Mma Ramotswe tucked the cheque safely away in her bodice. Modern business methods were all very well, she thought, but when it came to the safeguarding of money there were some places which had yet to...
Learn to drive?Never, said Quentin. My mission in life is to be a passenger.
Kayla snatched the ruby-coloured bra he'd dug out from behind his back. You should know, you're the one who got it off me, she said.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a dickhead. Well, I did.
If you were going to be successful in the world of crime, you needed a reputation for honesty.
I mean, I don’t want to pass judgment—I just wish my husband didn’t shoot deer.Oh, Mel, don’t worry. I’ve been hunting with your husband—the deer are completely safe.