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Kiki turned to her husband with a thesis for a face, of which only Howard could know every line and reference.

and a bottom which was the Platonic ideal of all English bottomry.

You don't come to live here [New York City] unless the delusion of a reality shaped around your own desires isn't a strong aspect of your personality. 'A reality shaped around your own desires' — there is something sociopathic in that ambition.

Our external tubular heating system, painted in garish primary colors, looked like a poor man's Pompidou.

I couldn't help but notice the placidity of a small female household. In Tracey's home, disappointment in the man was ancient history: they never really had any hope in him, for he had almost never been at home.

The clarity disturbed me. "She

I always tell my students: a style is a means of insisting on something.

L]ook, of course I know you and your family have beliefs,' began Howard uneasily, as if 'beliefs' were a kind of condition, like oral herpes.

The shit is not the shit (this was Mo's mantra), the pigeon is the shit.

what was that horrible late twentieth-century tautology? Proactive. More proactive in the face of the future.

the sheer beauty of the voice, its monumental dose of soul, the pain implicit within it, bypassed all my conscious opinions, my critical intelligence or sense of the sentimental

Ken sat glued to his seat in mingled fear and wrath. Was he to be the butt of those overbearing sophomores?

did not at first give vague disappointment, a confounding of reality, a disenchantment of contrast with what the mind had conceived.

the foot of his chair.

Panhandle Smith was the red-faced cook, merry

and returned. To Duane the outlaw

keep me from ridin' trail. But you're acting

Nico: Prodigium effodio -- what does that mean again? Vision: Excavating monster. It's Latin. Nico: Damn, how much time did you spend in the library? Vision: I am a library.

Sir Thomas Roe in 1605 to establish a company in India

Poor old Sheba regarded Connolly with much the same amazement and delight as you or I would a monkey who strolled out of the rain forest and asked for a gin and tonic.

So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

The dark obscurity into which her career then lapsed reflects her staunchly independent political stances rather than any deficiency of craft or vision.

Six eyes were questioning God.

see, it was nice. The fact that the thought