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Ooh, aren't we getting solemn, and where did I leave my soapbox? Look

Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're a blessing from above. You're Mother Theresa. You're God.

patterns not present on any key levels are often false signals which may cause disasters.

a grin that wasn't natural, and that combined in a strange way affection and arrogance, the arrogance of the idealist who doesn't realize how easily he can be fooled.

cats are matter, with no spirit to complicate it.

in my four months of legal cramming I'd learned the law is full of technicalities. Technicalities are what screw up justice. Wilcox

The third factor is research, the big difference between the hard-nosed criminal and the super con man.

during the first two interrogative sessions. Either I refused to answer or I would reply

Ihr üppiges, weniges, rabenschwarzes Haar trug Simba tief über die Schläfen herab und im Nacken in einen dichten Knoten geknüpft.

The rock and roll business is pretty absurd, but the world of serious music is much worse.

Anyone who is disturbed by the idea of newts in a nightclub is potentially dangerous.

After all, he wrote this book here, and in the book it says he made us all to be just like him! So if we're dumb, then God is dumb — and maybe even a little ugly on the side.

be a jerk - go to work, be a jerk - go to work, be a jerk - go to work, be a jerk - go to work, do your job, and do it right, LIFE'S A BALL, *TV* tonight.

The poodle bites ; The poodle chews it.

Mr. Hardy looked out the window of his second-floor study as if searching for the answer somewhere in the town of Bayport, where the Hardys lived.

It would be a fearful prospect, he said, to envisage a life without ale, either on sea or ashore;

They say ignorance is bliss.... they're wrong

You must not pay too much attention to opinions. The written word is unalterable, and opinions are often only an expression of despair.

the blend of absurd, surreal and mundane which gave rise to the adjective kafkaesque

Like a dog! he said, it was as if the shame of it should outlive him.

you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love, that, my dear, is love

I hope it is nothing serious. On the other hand, I must also say that we business people, luckily or unluckily, however one looks at it, very often simply have to overcome a slight indisposition for business reasons.

It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.

The existence of the writer is an argument against the existence of the soul, for the soul has obviously taken flight from the real ego, but not improved itself, only become a writer.