Quotes About Author

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these mockeries,

Encountering Mick playing with a Slinky was a sight as shocking as seeing his dying uncle.

Charlie Brown is the one person I identify with. C.B. is such a loser. He wasn't even the star of his own Halloween special.

I don't get high, but sometimes I wish I did. That way, when I messed up in life I would have an excuse. But right now there's no rehab for stupidity.

These guys might have been hardened ex-SEALs. But I'm the fucking SAS.

abundance of other criteria. One thing I knew when I began this project: I was not the person to assemble this list. So I followed a recipe that served me well in my first six Fifty Places books—to see the advice of some professionals. To write Fifty Places

People give Jon shit and claim he breeds cynicism. He's the opposite of cynical. He really cares. And people who watch his show care about politics. That's why you watch it, and that's why you're not watching a Yogi Bear cartoon.

It takes intelligence to make real comedy, and it takes a reality base to create all that little stuff I like to do that makes you giggle inside.

Wolverine is a jerk!! And he smells like beers!

Only after that final question do you finally get to the fundamental capabilities

Here the scent of fake roses was underscored with the bright iron reek of blood.

In my dream, I have hands," Walter repeated softly under his breath.

The cement bunnies remained serene and unaffected by the chaos.

So, she wasn't tripping with us, but somehow our own heightened psychic abilities caused any latent power in her to be activated, as well.

But in the meanwhile, we should watch the classifieds, in case Iverson tries to contact us again.

Sam was married to all-natural triple-D legend Busti Keaton, star of the Topsy Turvy series and Battlestar Gazongas.

He reached for a pencil and a blank sheet of paper from a stack beside Nina's typewriter, and began to fill it with scribbled notes and test keys.

Less than an hour later, Walter had most of the last page of the notebook deciphered.

We should get to work immediately on recreating the exact pharmacological launchpad we used that day at Reiden Lake.

His name was Winchester. John Winchester.

What about the danger? What if, in passing through, he was transformed into a radioactive monster like the Zodiac Killer?

This compulsion to undertand seems to me like a stigma that I cannot get rid of and that isolates me from other people. Medea knew about such things.

The word 'catastrophe' is not permitted as long as there is danger of catastrophe turning to doom.

He gave her a quick hug. Hugging was new for them. Ever since he'd been the paramedic on call the night she was shot, he'd "taken a new interest in your survival," as he liked to put it.