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But she more evil than my mama and that keep her alive.

Shug say, What, too shamefaced to put singing and dancing and fucking together? She laugh. That's the reason they call what us sing the devil's music. Devils love to fuck.

Only dead people need loud music, you know. I call loud rock 'Dracula music' because you look out, and there are all those dead and deaf and soulless zombies clod-hopping across the floor.

We've never seen weather like the weather there is today. We've never seen violence like the violence we see today. We've never seen greed or evil like the greed and evil we see today. We've never seen tomatoes either, like the ones being created today. There is much from which to recoil.

How Horrid has a slightly facetious tone that strikes me as Wildean. It appears to embrace the actual horror--puberty, public disgrace--then at the last second nimbly sidesteps it, laughing.

Psychoanalytic insight, Miller seems to suggest, is itself a pathological symptom.

The sudden approximation of my dull, provincial life to a New Yorker cartoon was exhilarating.

I have never heard a lady say 'arse,' the emperor said mildly. I haven't been a lady for long, I reminded him. A little demon–made of exhaustion and the emperors smile– pushed me into adding,For five years I've been saying 'arse.' It's hard to stop saying 'arse' after that many years. I suppose I should stop saying 'arse,' since ladies don't say- 'Arse', he finished for me. I met his grin.

Who does not tremble when he considers how to deal with his wife?' asked Henry VIII in his treatise A Defence of the Seven Sacraments; 'for not only is he bound to love her, but so to live with her that he may return her to God pure and without stain, when God who gave shall demand His own again.' Marriage

this pestiferous person'.

face that journey again in the winter." Arthur did not answer, and when she turned to look at him, she saw that

Place a small child in a crib with a rabbit and an apple. If it eats the rabbit and plays with the apple, I'll buy you a new car." Harvey Diamond, co-author Fit For Life

There is no definition of a mental disorder. It's bullshit. I mean, you just can't define it.

I don't do anything with my life except romanticise and decay with indecision

we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're all blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment (Sunflower Sutra)

senseless, senseless coughs of emotion

What Patriot wrote that shit?

There's a guy, Anatole Broyard, of the N. Y. Times Book Review, who's still chasing Kerouac's corpse with a stiletto.

Burroughs ... his very junkhood an accomplishment beyond a million dollars.

I was so sick that I found myself worrying about the future of man's soul, my own in particular.

The world knows the love that's in its breast as in the flower, the suffering lonely world.

So why isn't the world overrun with evil spirits? Moira stared at her, a half-smile on her face. Who says it isn't?

The moral of this story is not everything that's slick is non-stick, and not everything non-stick is slick.

relinquished her hand to another admirer with a nattering air of reluctance, and as he moved