It's a lazy Saturday afternoon, there's a couple lying naked in bed reading Encyclopediea Brittannica to each other, and arguing about whether the Andromeda Galaxy is more 'numinous' than the Ressurection. Do they know how to have a good time, or don't they?
If a person with multiple personalities threatens suicide, is that considered a hostage situation?
Who knew that the devil had a factory where he made millions of fossils, which his minions distributed throughout the earth, in order to confuse my tiny brain?
Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?
I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.
Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!
Kat laughed. 'Who wants to live forever?' Kish put his hand up. 'For the record, I do.' Sin scowled at him. 'Then why do you irritate me so often?' Suicidal tendencies are inherent in my species?
Down in the water, Octavian yelled, “Get me out of here! I’ll kill you!” “Tempting,” Percy called down.
Kenji snorts.“That’s because you’re not fragile,” Kenji says. “If anything, everyone needs to protect themselves from you. You’re like a freaking beast,” he says. Then adds, “I mean, you know—like, a cute beast. A little beast that tears shit up and breaks the earth and sucks the life out of people.
Peter, you're twelve years old. I'm ten. They have a word for people our age. They call us children and they treat us like mice.
You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.
But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.
Basically, everyone thinks--knows--how sweet I am. Emma, you threw my sister through hurricane-proof glass.
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
Me and Katy look adorkable in extraterrestrial highway shirts. You would just look stupid. You can thank me later.
I put instant coffee in a microwave oven and almost went back in time.
You show me a lazy prick who's lying in bed all day, watching TV, only occasionally getting up to piss, and I'll show you a guy who's not causing any trouble.
Yes! I'm me! I am careful and logical and I look up things I don't understand! When I hear people use the wrong words, I get edgy! I am good with cheese. I read books fast! I think! And I always have a piece of string! That's the kind of person I am!
Housework can kill you if done right.
Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!
