What had been left of the eighty-nine people aboard hadn’t looked much different from a Hamburger Helper casserole.
I remembered something my mother used to say. “The devil can quote scripture.” “And in a pleasing voice,” Mrs. Shoplaw agreed moodily.
Few things are as lovely as having an uninterrupted hour with a good book’.
A person sometimes believes she’s seen all the way to the bottom of the well of human stupidity, and a reminder that that well apparently has no bottom is sometimes useful.
You don’t answer a perp’s questions; the perp answers yours.
It’s probably wrong to believe there can be any limit to the horror which the human mind can experience.
We’d had our differences over the years, as all brothers do, but brothers also have a way of sticking together when the chips are down.
Sie hat drei Schichten Beton und eine Schicht Schnellbinder auf ihre Ansichten gekleistert und fand es gut.
The world is going down the drain, and all we can say is ‘that sucks’. So maybe we’re going down the drain, too.
Those old things were still painful to think about, still bright with the childish primary colors of fear and horror.
We’re good in bed. That used to seem like a big deal to me. But we’re also good out of it, and now that seems like a bigger deal.
I wouldn’t doubt it,” Jack said gravely. A roque court, a topiary full of hedge animals out front, what next? A life-sized Uncle Wiggily game behind the equipment shed? He was getting very tired of Mr. Stuart Ullman, but he could see that Ullman wasn’t done. Ullman was going to have his say, every last word of it.
Her face was slack with decay, the lower half slewed to one side, her grin wider than ever. It was a knowing grin, and why not? The dead understand everything. She was surrounded by her loyal court.
Ich war dumm, und niemand sieht es gern, wenn ein Dummer schlau wird. Das ist die ganze Geschichte.
You go back to that old business the way a kid who’s lost a tooth goes back to the hole with the tip of his tongue.
The inmates made jokes about the chair, the way people always make jokes about things that frighten them but can’t be gotten away from.
I am not the potter, not the potter’s wheel, but the potter’s clay; is not the value of the shape attained as dependent upon the intrinsic worth of the clay as upon the wheel and the Master’s skill?
I’m busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest; wish.
Who better to recruit than a librarian when you’re dealing with a fledgling dictatorship?
He pulled the door open and saw a Checker cab sitting out there, an ambassador from the land of sanity.