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The woman, Dillard whispered. The woman. They say he missed that whore.

Men are about as worthless a race of people as I've ever encountered.

The play may actually have profited from having an unworthy hero: Custer, for all his early brilliance

How about a kiss?" "Are you man enough to try?" she asked.

There's nothing that sweetens the breath like a cedar toothpick, unless it's mint. And mint don't grow in these parts.

Certainly," Augustus said. "I never met a soul in this world as normal as me.

Some amiably deranged science-fiction writer had come up with it forty years back and, like so many of his kind, given it away for free - or anyway at fifty cents a word.

Louis Wu hardly noticed this triumph of practicality over honor, intelligence over xenophobia.

Yes. No risk is insane now, given the position your insanity has put us in. Louis burst out laughing (a puppeteer teaching courage to Louis Wu?) and sobered as suddenly.

Chaplain Hardy handed him the silver pail and asperger, a wand with a hollow ball at the end.

If you can heat some bourbon, I can drink it, said the kzin. If you cannot heat it, I can still drink it. Nessus?

There is no cause so good or noble that it will not attract fuggheads; and the fuggheads will get all the press.

a historian named Herodotus, tells of a thief who was to be executed. As he was taken away he made a bargain with the king: in one year he would teach the king's favorite horse to sing hymns.

She's just what any puppeteer would give his soul to be. She can't be injured.

Do you want me to kill your father, Barnum?

That's a dangerous highway and I don't want you driving around alone, especially at night." She crossed her arms. "What happened to 'hand me a shovel and pretend I'm not here'?

They were cosy and comfortable in their little house made of logs, with the snow drifted around it and the wind crying because it could not get in by the fire.

Almanzo! What's the matter? Be you sick? It's five o'clock!

Run over to the chopping block and fetch me some of those green hickory chipsâ€

I love to work. And it is a pleasure to write. And, oh, I do just love to play!

Laura Ingalls Wilder

How does a panther scream? Laura asked. Like a woman

beside the shells. There were three shells. The man pointed to the same shell that

That was Laura, because she was so small.