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You Want Me And I Want You. Right?" Who Did She Think She Was? You Can't Just Go Around Blurting Out The Truth Like A Prophet With Tourette's Syndrome. He Said, "well, I Guess. Yeah, That's Right.

[in Reference To Turkey Bowling] He [tommy] Squinted And Picked His Target, Then Took His Steps And Sent The Bird Sliding Down The Aisle. A Collective Gasp Rose From The Crew As The Fourteen-pound, Self-basting, Fresh-frozen Projectile Of Wholesome Savory Goodness Plowed Into The Soap Bottles Like A Freight Train Into A Chorus Line Of Drunken Grandmothers.

You're Trying To Be Tricky. What's Morality?" "it's The Difference Between What's Right And What You Can Rationalize." "must Be A Human Thing." "exactly.

Normally If I Met A Guy Who Was Unemployed And Illiterate Who Hadn't Bathed In A Couple Of Weeks, I'd Be Standing In A Puddle With Excitement, But I'm Sort Of In A Bad Mood Tonight, So Take This Bag And Give Me The Fu**ing Paper Before I Pop Your Head Like A Zit. He Said, You're A Lesbian, Aren't You?

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.

I Think I'm What They Call A Never-was.

I Wanted A Trumpet Concerto That Reflected Native American Music Because, Well, There Aren't Any. I Looked Around For One But Couldn't Find Anything. So It's A Wide-open Field.

Native American

The Fact That 'a Dirty Job' Has Comedy And Supernatural Horror In It, That Both Are Woven In And Out Of It With A Whimsical Tone, Despite The Fact That It's About Death, Makes It Hard To Characterize With Standard Genre Labels - But I Have No Problem With That. I'd Call It A Funny Story About Death, And Leave It At That.

Diogenes Carried A Bowl With Him For Years, But One Day Saw A Man Drinking From His Cupped Palm And Declared, ‘i Have Been A Fool, Burdened All These Years By The Weight Of A Bowl When A Perfectly Good Vessel Lay At The End Of My Wrist.

Even A Mentally Challenged Shark Would Figure Out That Sea Turtles Did Not Wear Boxer Shorts Printed In Flying Piggies, And No Sea Turtle Would Be Yattering Streams Of Obscenities Between Chain-smoker Gasps Of Breath.

I Fear You May Become A Lonely Man, Even In The Company Of Others.

We Ask The Gods For Answers And They Give Us Questions

Compliment But Do Not Covet.

. . . You Seem Upset, Charlie. Is Something Wrong? Charlie: No, No, I’m Okay, I Just Had To Take Directions From A Mute Beaver In A Fez To Get Here, It’s Unsettling.

Whistler,' Manet Called. 'how's Your Mother?

She Was An Alien, Really - A Sort Of Eating, Pooping, Tantrum Machine - And He Didn't Understand Anything About Her Species.

Tommy Had Felt Alone In A Crowd Before, Even Inferior To Everyone In A Crowd, But Now He Felt, Well, Different. It Wasn't Just The Clothes And The Make Up, It Was The Humanity. He Wasn't Part Of It. Heightened Senses Or Not, He Felt Like He Had His Nose Pressed Against The Window, Looking In. The Problem Was, It Was The Window Of A Donut Shop.

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One Can't Be Free Without Action.

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This Roberto. He No Like The Light.

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The Gourney, The Big File Drawers Of The Dead, The Instruments Of Dissection - This Sure Looked Like The Morgues In The Movies. Something Had Gone Seriously Wrong While She Slept.

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Chapter 8, Dinner With The Vampire: Is There Something Wrong With Your Food?" No, I'm Just Not Very Hungry." You're Going To Break My Heart, Aren't You?

Devil's Food?" You Can Only Eat So Much White Cake, My Friend.

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...as If Someone Had Thrown A Hand Grenade Into The Middle Of A Teddy Bear Orgy And The Only Survivors Had Had Their Fur Blown Off.

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She Hugged Me And I Could Feel The Heat Rise In My Face, Either From Shame Or Love, Like There Was A Difference.

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He Always Had A Problem With The Purity Of Others. Never His Own.

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Routine Feeds The Illusion Of Safety.

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Hope Is Bulletproof, Truth Just Hard To Hit

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Do We Still Have To Floss?" Tommy Asked. "i Mean, What's The Point Of Being Immortal If We Have To Floss?

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Ooo Ahe-e, I Aya Oa A," She Said In Yawnspeak, A Language - Not Unlike Hawaiian - Known For Its Paucity Of Consonants.

He Was A Writer And Words Were His Weapons.

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It's Very Difficult To Stay Angry When A Room Full Of Bald Guys In Orange Robes Start Giggling. Buddhism.

Foul And Magical Fumes Bubbled Out Of The Kettle, Like The Flatulence Of A Dragon On A Demon-only Diet.

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Like Most Beta Males, He Didn't Realize That Being A Good Guy Was Not Necessarily An Attraction To Women.

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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.

The Netherworld Is Timeless And Unchanging, And Boring -- Much Like A Doctor's Waiting Room.

Words, Words, Words, A Million Million Words Circle In My Head Like Hawks, Waiting To Dive Onto The Page To Rend And Tear The Only Two Words I Want To Write. Why Me?

. . . And So Charlie Asher . . . Led An Army Of Fourteen-inch-tall Bundles Of Animal Bits, Armed With Everything From Knitting Needles To A Spork, Into The Storm Sewers Of San Fransciso.

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?

San Francisco Is A Breathtakingly Beautiful City, With Lots Of Great Contrasts Between Dark And Light, Often Overlapping Each Other. It's A Great Setting For A Horror Story.

Oh, I Get It," I Said. "it's A Parable. Cute. Let's Go Eat.

You're Going To Break My Heart, Aren't You?

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.

Actually, Orcas Aren't Quite As Complex As Scientists Imagine. Most Killer Whales Are Just Four Tons Of Doofus Dressed Up Like A Police Car.

For A While He'd Tried Molding Himself Into The Tragic Romantic Hero, Brooding And Staring Clench-jawed Off Into Space As He Composed Dark Verse In His Head. But It Turned Out That Trying To Appear Tragic In Incontinence, Indiana, Was Redundant, And His Mother Kept Shouting At Him And Making Him Forget His Rhymes. "tommy, If You Keep Grinding Your Teeth Like That, They'll Wear Away And You'll Have To Have Dentures Like Aunt Ester." Tommy Only Wished His Beard Was As Heavy As Aunt Ester's---then He Could Stare Out Over The Moors While He Stroked It Pensively.

Enchantment And Seduction Were Fine Means Of Persuasion, But When Time Is Short, An Awkward But Quick Concussion Could Better Serve A Girl's Purpose.

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As Much As I Encourage Communication With My Readers, I Don't Want Reviews From Them, Simply Because I Don't Need To Be Hamstrung In The Middle Of Working On Something.

I've Got To Think That That Was Unethical," Joshua Said. "josh, Faking Demonic Possession Is Like A Mustard Seed." "how Is It Like A Mustard Seed?" "you Don't Know, Do You? Doesn't Seem At All Like A Mustard Seed, Does It? Now You See How We All Feel When You Liken Things Unto A Mustard Seed? Huh?

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Stephenie Meyer: Her Vampires Are Sparkly, Which I Think We Can All Agree Is Wrong.

They Were Told What They Wanted And They Believed It. They Can Only Keep Their Dream Alive By Being With Others Like Themselves Who Will Mirror Their Illusions.

Perhaps There Is A Reason That There Is No Fool Piece On The Chessboard. What Action, A Fool? What Strategy, A Fool? What Use, A Fool? Ah, But A Fool Resides In A Deck Of Cards, A Joker, Sometimes Two. Of No Worth, Of Course. No Real Purpose. The Appearance Of A Trump, But None Of The Power: Simply An Instrument Of Chance. Only A Dealer May Give Value To The Joker.

She Knew It Should Bother Her More, Being Evil And All, But After She Put On A Little Mascara And Some Lipstick And Poured Herself Another Cup Of Blood-laced Coffee, She Found That She Was Okay With It.

One Day The Good Times Had To Keep On Rolling, And All Of Life's Horseshit Would Turn To Circuses.

The Pursuit Of Material Gain Is Ultimately Empty When Measured Against Eternity.

It's Like Time Travel Only, You Know, Slower.

You Were Supposed To Empathize With Your Friend's Problem, But They Were, After All, Your Friend's Problems.

... But To Remain Historically Accurate, I Would Have Had To Leave Out An Important Question That I Felt Needed To Be Addressed, Which Is, 'what If Jesus Had Known Kung Fu?

Angels Are Just Pretty Insects.

So Hey, Once Joshua Heals Your Brother, You Want To Go Do Something, Get Some Pomegranate Juice, A Falafel,or Get Married Or Something?

So I Am Death" Charlie Said Then Turned To His Daughter While Buttering His Toast. "this Is Death Toast Sweety.

I've Won Satan's Lottery.

I've Seen More Intelligence In The Crotch Lice Of Harem Whores.

The Medium Obscured The Message.

Carlton Mellick Iii Has The Craziest Book Titles And The Kinkiest Fans!

If You Have Come To These Pages For Laughter, May You Find It. If You Are Here To Be Offended, May Your Ire Rise And Your Blood Boil. If You Seek An Adventure, May This Song Sing You Away To Blissful Escape. If You Need To Test Or Confirm Your Beliefs, May You Reach Comfortable Conclusions. All Books Reveal Perfection, By What They Are Or What They Are Not. May You Find That Which You Seek, In These Pages Or Outside Them. May You Find Perfection, And Know It By Name.

...then He Looked At My T-shirt And Saw Byron's Picture On It And He Quoted "she Walks In Beauty," Which Is Like My Favorite Poem Next To The One By Baudelaire About His Girlfriend Being Nothing But Worm Food, Except That Lily Called That One First Because Baudelaire Is Her Fave Poet And So She Got The Shirt With Him On It, Even Though Byron Is Way More Scrumptious And I Would Do Him On Sharp Gravel If I Had The Chance. --from The Chronicles Of Abby Normal

He Wanted Her To Experience All The Glorious Cheese Of Life.

Only Cops And Vampires Have To Have An Invitation To Enter.

People Always Stay The Age That They Died At. My Big Brother Died Of Leukemia When I Was Six. He Was Eight. Now When I Think Of Him, He's Always Eight, And He's Still My Big Brother. He Never Changes, And The Part Of Me That Remembers Him Never Changes.

Only By Being Prepared For Your Death Can You Ever Truly Live.

If They'd Been Dogs, They Would Have All Been In The Yard Eating Grass And Trying To Yak Up Whatever Was Making Them Feel So Lousy. Not A Bone Gnawed, Not A Ball Chased-all Tails Went Unwagged. Oh, Life Is A Fast Cat, A Short Leash, A Flea In That Place Where You Just Can't Scratch.

The Bat Was Looking At Theo And Theo Was Having Trouble Following His Own Thoughts.the Bat Was Wearing Tiny Sunglasses.ray Bans,theo Could See By The Trademark In The Corner Of One Lens."i'm Sorry, Mr.,uh- Case, Could You Take The Bat Off Your Head.it's Very Distracting." Him." Pardon?" It's A Him.roberto.he No Like The Light.

Like God's Own Chocolate, I'd Lick Her Shadow Off A Hot Sidewalk

...one Time You Take A Hundred Thousand Dollars And Let A Vampire Go, The Whole World Turns On You Like You're Some Kind Of Bad Guy.

When I Teach Seminars, I Tell People, Your Stuff Has To Look Like Something Thats Out There, Because Otherwise Nobody Will Take A Chance On You.

People, Generally, Suck.

Pondering Is A Little Like Considering And A Little Like Thinking, But Looser. To Ponder, One Must Let The Facts Roll Around The Rim Of The Mind's Roulette Wheel, Coming To Settle In Whichever Slot They Feed Pulled To.

Just Because He Was Pretty Didn't Mean He Couldn't Be Improved By A Smack Upside The Head With A Piece Of Earnest Hickory

May The Irs Find That You Deduct Your Pet Sheep As An Entertainment Expense.

What Is Your Name?" Asked Lear. Caius," Said Kent. And Whence Do You Hail?" From Bonking, Sire." Well, Yes, Lad, As Do We All," Said Lear, "but From What Town?

That's The Scary Thing About Hope," She Said. "if You Let It Go Too Long It Turns Into Faith.

Nothing Evokes The Prurient Like Puritanism.

Christmas Crept Into Pine Cove Like A Creeping Christmas Thing: Dragging Garland, Ribbon, And Sleigh Bells, Oozing Eggnog, Reeking Of Pine, And Threatening Festive Doom Like A Cold Sore Under The Mistletoe.

It's Wildly Irritating To Have Invented Something As Revolutionary As Sarcasm, Only To Have It Abused By Amateurs.

I Fink I Gots Deaf On Me Willie.

Hope Is Merely Another Face Of Desire.

He Had Risked His Freedom And His Pride To Buy Her This, To Acknowledge That Part Of Her That Everyone Else Seemed To Want To Get Rid Of.

He Has The Attention Span Of A Hummingbird.

Next Out Of The Hall Came The Sisters And Their Husbands. Before I Could Say Anything, The Captain Had Clamped His Hand Over My Mouth And Was Lifting Me Off My Feet As I Kicked. Cornwall Made As To Draw His Dagger, But Regan Pulled Him Away. "you've Just Won A Kingdom, My Duke, Killing Vermin Is A Servant's Task. Leave The Bitter Fool Stew In His Own Bile." She Wanted Me. It Was Clear.

Ack! Parables. I Hate Parables.

Yo, Yo, Yo, Check It Out," Said Pj, With Enough Hand Gestures That Any Deaf Person Watching Would Have Thought He Had Asl Tourette's Syndrome

You Know, There's A 12 Step Program For Gambling. You Should Look Into That. Twelve Steps. Coyote Laughed. I'll Bet I Can Do It In Six.

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.

Last Time I Really Got To Know Myself It Turned Out There Was A Whole Gang Of Bitches In There To Deal With. I Felt Like The Receptionist At A Rehab Center. They All Had Nice Tits Though, I Gotta Say.

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.

An Original Thought Would Crack Your Feeble Skull Like A Thunderbolt, You Craven Vulture.

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Blessed Are The Meek, For To Them We Shall Say "attaboy".

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.

The Winter Woman Is As Wild As A Blizzard, As Fresh As New Snow. While Some See Her As Cold, She Has A Fiery Heart Under That Ice-queen Exterior. She Likes The Stark Simplicity Of Japanese Art And The Daring Complexity Of Russian Literature. She Prefers Sharp To Flowing Lines, Brooding To Pouting, And Rock And Roll To Country And Western. Her Drink Is Vodka, Her Car Is German, Her Analgesic Is Advil. The Winter Woman Likes Her Men Weak And Her Coffee Strong. She Is Prone To Anemia, Hysteria, And Suicide.

Boredom Can Be A Lethal Thing On A Small Island.

I Can Be Most Colorful And Inventive When I Am Angry.

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