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Here is a semi-transparent pebble I picked up on the way to my EKG. Probably worthless but it is my heart so take it.

I've got a loose tooth. Look." She started pushing

She likened Montana with Rocky Mountain oysters and thick, blood-filled steaks cooked over an open fire.

As the spiritual coordinator for this part of Tacoma, Celeste Chapeaux had been assigned to oversee Harry.

television in the summer was just plain bad.

Common thieves like Ludlow were simply another London

heaven was such a wonderful place, why did everybody cry whenever someone went there?

I'm human. The single most overused excuse on the planet for doing the absolute wrong thing.

She never bought jackets without sufficient pockets because she hated carrying handbags or anything else on the job that set her apart from the male detectives.

That first scream, my lord, was indeed your daughter, my wife, and if you kill me, your grandchild will be quite without a father. Won't you come in?

I heard her surprise and then the sigh as we began the rhythm of connection and self-absorption, the miracle of sex.

The enjoyment of freedom which could be exercised without any motivation would be the real hallmark of a maniac.

Mis ideas son mis rameras

Yo os haría una pregunta, señor ¿por qué, entre todas ls ideas funestas que pasan por la cabeza de una religiosa desesperada, no está la de pegarle fuego a la casa?

The Past just left. Its remnants, I claim, are mostly fiction. We're stranded here with the threadbare patchwork of memory, you with yours, I with mine.

eventually these encounters forced him to acknowledge the reality of fate, and the truth inherent in things of the imagination.

Nobody's going to cook me and eat me, I hope. People don't quite understand, Michael said, and he may have been serious, to be eaten pays a compliment to your power.

Her zealous hope of Heaven made it hell there.

things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.

Are you hearing unusual sounds or voices?" the doctor asked. "Help us, oh God, it hurts," the boxes of cotton screamed. "Not exactly," I said.

whatever truth he meant to get at, his eyes were the visible scars of it.

Oh, well," Sands said, thinking that when passion stirred Major Eddie's heart, he tended to speak in a kind of poetry—you wouldn't do it justice to call it lying.

showed the hospital staff the photos

Don't go on holiday to Blackpool, it's fucking horrible there.