Paper clip. Ping. Disaster. Colonel Bowie is down. Colonel Bowie is down! The Mexican Army is now leaderless. Capone gloats.
Falling in love could be like falling off a cliff, no water below but plenty of rocks.
Fact: No matter how smart and courageous and well-intentioned you are, there’s always a chance that you would not become the person you envisioned yourself being, because your own mind or body could fail you.
Being polite is not only the right way to respond to people but also the easiest.
Don’t ever call me adorable again. Puppies are adorable.
That’s life. Something always happens. We don’t live in stasis, frozen in amber.
If this was the best wine that Jim and Nora could afford or, worse, if this was their idea of a good wine – well, sadly, then they were better off dead.
Jocko likes salty, Jocko likes sweet, but never bring Jocko any hot sauce, like with jalapenos, because it makes Jocko squirt funny-smelling stuff out his ears.
As we passed his table, I saw that the device that imprisoned the book was clever but wicked-looking, as though the critic were holding the work – and it’s author – in bondage.
Dear, the man can’t be eviscerated because he has no viscera. He’s a walking colon. If you cut him open, you only end up covered in crap.
The concept of a weary severed hand, exhausted from relentless creeping, made no sense.
I won’t be able to run with ghosts and slip down dark alleyways in quite the swift and stealthy fashion that I do now; but perhaps children will be amused by my hippopotamic heroics, and no one will disagree that bringing laughter to children in a dark world is admirable.
He’s got a chloroform-soaked rag in one hand, and before Judy realizes what’s happening, the dude is all over her like fat on cheese.
She is a girl who feels things strongly, and though cynics might mock her for that, I never will, as it perhaps the best of graces: to feel deeply, to care profoundly.
Destiny struggles to reassert the pattern that was meant to be.
Live you can evade; death you cannot.
Waiting is one of the things that human beings cannot do well, though it is one of the essential things we must do successfully if we are to know happiness.
You have a messiah complex, got to save the world.
There are other worlds to sing in.
She was reduced to the dependency of an infant, too terrified of life itself to find solace anywhere but in the familiar succoring breast and in the sound of that same heartbeat remembered from the womb.