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Saer is a great big poop, and you shouldn't listen to anything he says," I said, panting just a little. "Obviously, he was trying to demoralize me." "Men who are poops demoralize people all the time," I agreed

Men of intellect did not, as a rule, bring home stray women who insisted on flinging themselves on horses.

Do you have some sort of anti-derangement medication? If so, you might wish to take it.

If I thought he had magic fingers, his lips were candidates for the Houdini Hall of Fame.

Wir könnten nicht ohne einander existieren ... sehen Sie es als symbiotische und völlig platonische Beziehung.

No, Joy, you just think gin makes you brilliant. Gin makes you sotted. Chocolate makes you brilliant.

He held up a hand as we rounded a corner onto a busy street. "Red dragons?" I whispered. "No. Mimes.

Well, if it isn't Puff the Magic Dragon

You're handsome and you have a nice accent, and a chest that would make a nun perspire.

You think I'm deranged! How refreshing. Everyone here takes me so seriously, it's a wonderful change to be thought mentally deficient.

A compliment would be the last thing out of my mouth to a man who was so pigheaded that he could be served at a luau.

They're butterflies because...well, he thought it was cool. They eat humans.

You're naive. We're destroyers, not saviors. -Kanda Yuu

Leave me alone! Stop it, Panda Face!

When you act like that…you don't look like a villain who's made the world his enemy…Earl.

You look adorable! (heart)" "Aw, shut up!

I may not have all the education but I do have common sense, and I know how to treat people.

For me God existed in Primo Levi's writing, in the moments of reprieve he described when one human granted another respect in that godless wasteland of cruelty.

His wild white hair and beard projected from all angles of his face, making him look like a dandelion gone to seed.

Everything is preplanned, a fact that might not upset humankind as much if they were let in on the secret,

In a splintered cradle to the left of a shard of moonlight, a doll had been painted to look like a whore.

It was a Saturday, so he was off work and had woken up pleasurably late after a night of equally pleasurable lovemaking.

Standing with the headlights behind them, they looked like devils come from Hell itself.

He had not yet been educated on the kind of monsters who preyed on Samaritans.