You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.
The problem with being nuts, she thought, is that you don’t always feel as if you’re nuts. Sometimes, in fact, you feel perfectly sane, and there just happens to be a trailer-shaped dragon crouching in the lot next door.
Science, you don’t know, looks like magic.
Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.
Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe.
I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry.
Actually, orcas aren’t quite as complex as scientists imagine. Most killer whales are just four tons of doofus dressed up like a police car.
Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.
There’s a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality – there’s mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.
It’s very difficult to stay angry when a room full of bald guys in orange robes start giggling. Buddhism.
She gave him the wide, green-eyed expression that she would have described as I will slap you so far into next week that it will take a team of surgeons just to get Wednesday out of your ass.
She knew it should bother her more, being evil and all, but after she put on a little mascara and some lipstick and poured herself another cup of blood-laced coffee, she found that she was okay with it.
It’s hard for me, a Jew, to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?
He invented Kung Fu when translated to English means method by which short, bald guys can kick the bejeezus out of you.
Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry, you can’t have a baby brother, because that would mean that Daddy had sex, and that’s never going to happen again.
So nerds rule.
He was a writer and words were his weapons.
Oh, I get it,” I said. “It’s a parable. Cute. Let’s go eat.
The Emperor decided to make a proclamation to his troops about the importance of compassion in the face of the rising tide of heinous fuckery and political weaselocity in the nearby kingdom of the United States.
Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell.