Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, you can't have a baby brother, because that would mean that Daddy had sex, and that's never going to happen again.
Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, you can't have a baby brother, because that would mean that Daddy had sex, and that's never going to happen again.
I'm thinking of being a professional mourner. How hard can it be? Tear at your hair, sing a dirge or two, take the rest of the week off.
You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.
Okey dokey, fire up the blender, let's make a furry-flurry smoothie out of that squirrel!
It's hard for me, a Jew, to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?
One of them hissed-not the hiss of a cat, a long, steady tone-more like the hiss of air escaping the rubber raft that is all that lies between you and a dark sea full of sharks, the hiss of your life leaking out at the seams.
It's very difficult to stay angry when a room full of bald guys in orange robes start giggling. Buddhism.
Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live.
Jealousy makes you feel bad, but God is jealous, so it must be good. Yet when a dog licks its balls it seems to enjoy it, but it must be bad under the law.
She pulled down the blanket and aimed baby Sophie's bottom at him like she might unleash a fusillade of weapons-grade poopage such as the guileless Beta Male had never seen.
Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture that purity in a bottle? Perhaps they couldn't.
Charlie found himself affecting the Emperor's formal speech patterns, as if somehow he had been transported to a royal court where a nobleman was distinguished by the crumbs in his beard and the royal guard were not above licking their balls.
So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need
Ninguém é perfeito... Ou por outra, este tipo era mas nós matámo-lo.
Charlie had Sophie strapped to his chest like a terrorist baby bomb when he came down the back steps. She had just gotten to the point where she could hold up her head, so he had strapped her in face-out so she could look around. The way her arms and legs waved around as Charlie walked, she looked as if she was skydiving and using a skinny nerd as a parachute.
The Emperor decided to make a proclamation to his troops about the importance of compassion in the face of the rising tide of heinous fuckery and political weaselocity in the nearby kingdom of the United States.
Nobody's perfect. Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him....
Charlie noted that more and more lately, he had a hard time resisting the urge to fuck with people, especially when they insisted upon behaving like idiots.
The image of a well-dressed older woman making on a goopish spoonful of artificial boon spooge was running across the lobes of his brain like a stuttering nightmare.
Routine feeds the illusion of safety...
Don't be ridiculous, Charlie, people love the parents who beat their kids in department stores. It's the ones who just let their kids wreak havoc that everybody hates.
When it appeared that even the most passive-aggressive attempts would not work, Charlie resorted to the ultimate Beta Male Attack, which was to tolerate Alvin and Mohammed's presence, but to resent the hell out of them and drop snide remarks whenever he had the chance.
She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.
Everyone is happier if they have someone else to look down on, as well as someone to look up to, especially if they resent both.
Ack! Parables. I hate parables.
So hey, once Joshua heals your brother, you want to go do something, get some pomegranate juice, a falafel,or get married or something?
In fact, he sorely hoped that it would happen, because otherwise, the world made no sense, there was no justice, and life was just a tangled ball of chaos.
All fear comes from trying to see the future, Biff. If you know what is coming, you aren't afraid.
That's the difference between irony and sarcasm. Irony can be spontaneous, while sarcasm requires volition. You have to create sarcasm.
Like most Beta Males, he didn't realize that being a good guy was not necessarily an attraction to women.
Angels are just pretty insects.
The medium obscured the message.
Lonliness evaporated off of them like the steam off dry ice, and by morning it was just a cloud on the ceiling of the room, then gone with the light.
Children see magic because they look for it.
This story is not and never was meant to challenge anyone's faith; however, if one's faith can be shaken by stories in a humorous novel, one may have a bit more praying to do.
Most of us don't live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we're a whole bunch of selves.
Confucius is like the Torah, rules to follow. And Lao-Tzu is even more conservative, saying that if you do nothing you won't break any rules. You have to let tradition fall sometime, you have to take action, you have to eat bacon.
Why is it one can busta rhyme or busta move anywhere, but one must busta cap in someone's ass?
Mr. Asher, you can resist who you are for only so long. Finally, you just decide to go with fate.
He invented Kung Fu when translated to English means method by which short, bald guys can kick the bejeezus out of you.
You can only eat so much white cake.
Mr. Fresh sat down on the stool behind the counter and stared into the eyes of the cardboard cutout of Cher, hoping to find answers there. But the bitch was holding out.
I'll bet he was myrrh. Bastard, he brings the cheapest gift and now he wants to sodomize me.
You cannot believe what you do not believe, Rumi siad. I am an Untouchable because my karma dictates it.
Finding a new map in the brain is a truly exciting experience. It's a little like traveling to an unexplored island. It's literally charting new territory.
There are some elements that are tonal and some are not. But nothing so far out you can't grasp it. It's appealing music.
The Sousa era was also the same time as the boarding-school era when the Oneidas were shipped off (to be educated in white ways, as opposed to the tribal ways). They learned the Sousa music and took it back with them when they were done with boarding school.
What this means is, if someone from another state is looking for the nearest Joslin Diabetes Center for care, they can come to Las Vegas. This is a major benefit to the community because it puts diabetes in the spotlight here, and people will get better care because of that spotlight no matter where they receive treatment.
It was a catastrophe, of course. We had no clients, no nothing. Nobody understood the idea of doing reproductions.
Our artists are very good technicians. They have sensibility and artistic balance. But quite often they lack in creation. I have one artist here in my studio in New York. She's a good painter, but she has problems of creating her own stuff, of inventing. She can copy from a postcard, but when she has to do other things she has a tough time. She knows it. Not everybody can do great things.
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