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9e778bb
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For Robert Lee Hodge, it was also a way of life. As the Marlon Brando of battlefield bloating, he was often hired for Civil War movies.
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humor
re-enactment
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Tony Horwitz |
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0c391ed
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"You can take him, right?" he asks a couple minutes later.
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humor
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Rodman Philbrick |
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1d1fe55
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Fuck me,' I said out loud, 'I'm in fairyland.
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humor
peter-grant
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Ben Aaronovitch |
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c5becd5
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Even Alf is not humorous at times.
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humor
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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ec4a84e
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The problem with memorizing scripture was that it rose up to prod her conscience at the most inconvenient times. Nothing like having Jesus call her a hypocrite to slap down her indignation over Logan's infractions.
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bible-reading
humor
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Karen Witemeyer |
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29a12c4
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For an instant Stile was daunted by the improbability of it all: a man, a cyborg, a robot, an animalhead, and a wooden golem, all riding unicorns through a battlefield strewn with goblins and dragons, pursuing an invaluable ball of power-rock that rolled along a channel cleared by plastic explosive. What a mishmash!
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humor
magic
science
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Piers Anthony |
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8eadc19
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"The Hollywooden heads would buy a car for almost any purpose except a worthy one. Many automobiles were purchased to attract members of LA's eight or ten opposite sexes. Since the denizens of America's Gomorrah, were incapable of verbalizing any idea more complex than "box office gross," the expensive car served as a substitute for witty come-on and seductive chat."
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hollywood
humor
los-angeles
sex
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P.J. O'Rourke |
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1726bbc
|
So. I see where you're going--bus number 27 to a crossroads near Delphi. Look, I did not want, at any point, on any level, to kill my own father and sleep with my own mother. It's true that I wanted to sleep with Susan--and did so many times--and for a number of years thought of killing Gordon Macleod, but that is another part of the story. Not to put too fine a point on it, I think the Oedipus myth is precisely what it started off as: melodrama rather than psychology. In all my years of life I've never met anyone to whom it might apply. You think I'm being naive? You wish to point out that human motivation is deviously buried, and hides its mysterious workings from those who blindly submit to it? Perhaps so. But even--especially--Oedipus didn't to kill his father and sleep with his mother, did he? Oh yes he did! Oh no he didn't! Yes, let's just leave it as a pantomime exchange.
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clever
humor
julian-barnes
oedipal
oedipus
psychology
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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0c0dca4
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When she looked at him with those dark eyes, Nassar felt the urge to say something intelligent and deeply impressive. Unfortunately, nothing of the kind came to mind.
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funny
humor
romance
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Ilona Andrews |
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0eba18f
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England resembles a ship in its shape' wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson in English Traits. He was wrong... England, of course, resembles a pig, with something on its back. Look at it. It is a hurrying pig; its snout is the south-west in Wales, and its reaching trotters are Cornwall, and its rump is East Anglia. The whole of Britain looks like a witch riding on a pig, and these contours - rump and snout and bonnet, and the scowling face of Western Scotland - were my route.
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geography
humor
travel
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Paul Theroux |
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1501bd2
|
"The witch turned this way and that, "I think I've kept my figure, don't you?" she asked Mewster. "Who else would want it?" "Don't be snarky." She batted her eyelashes at her reflection. "I do believe I have my mother's eyes." "Maybe it's time you give them back. Your mother's bee dead since the reign of Oleg the Incontinent."
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humor
witch
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Gregory Maguire |
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226561d
|
She was spontaneously created by the midichlorians,' I said. Both women gave me blank looks. 'Never mind.
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|
humor
jokes
peter-grant
star-wars
star-wars-reference
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Ben Aaronovitch |
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3d18c80
|
Czesto sie twierdzi, ze ze wszystkich teorii powstalych w tym stuleciu najglupsza jest teoria kwantowa. Niektorzy uwazaja, ze na jej korzysc przemawia wylacznie to, iz jest niepodwazalnie poprawna.
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humor
nauka
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Michio Kaku |
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1ebaa7f
|
Tally really didn't have the strength to explain that she'd really meant her hangover, which was sprawled in her head like an overweight cat, sullen and squishy and disinclined to budge.
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distopia
hangover
humor
humorous
scott-westerfeld
tally-youngblood
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Scott Westerfeld |
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b9d68a5
|
Remember to remember: sometimes your adversary is your biggest asset. Where would David be without Goliath? Jesus without Judas?
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achievement-attitude
adversity
bravery
courage
growth
humor
inspiration
irony
life-lessons
motivation
strength
success
wisdom
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Brandi L. Bates |
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254411a
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"They would regret that they had not killed him; he would get out of that hole and find Juliana sooner or later, even if he had to pursue her to hell itself. "Oh, you won't have to go that far, we are on our way to California," Diego said in farewell"
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humor
love
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Isabel Allende |
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003016b
|
Armata, casatoria, biserica si banca: cei patru calareti ai Apocalipsei.
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dark
humor
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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611c76f
|
Jody screamed at him: a high, explosive, unintelligible expulsion of pure inhuman frustration--a Hendrix high note sampled and sung by a billion suffering souls in Hell's own choir.
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humor
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Christopher Moore |
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0f3c2e0
|
The skin around the assistant director's eyes stretches.
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humor
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Anthony Doerr |
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6a3e392
|
"It's a note. Let me read it for you. 'Couldn't anyone else see that they were all slaves of Satan? I had to cleanse the world of their evil. I am the hand of God. Why else would security have let me into the building with an assault rifle in my suitcase? I am a divine instrument.'" Tommy paused and looked up. "That's all I have so far, but I'll guess I end it with an apology to my mom. What do you think?"
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evil
humor
writing
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Christopher Moore |
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859c4b7
|
Tenemos putrefactores, plagas y oxidos capaces de atacar su alfabeto. Estos son la leche. Tenemos un producto quimico para encoger sus cabanas que penetra las fibras del bambu provocando que las chozas asfixien a sus ocupantes. Esto funciona solo despues de las diez de la noche, cuando la gente duerme. Sus matematicas estan a merced de un supurante numero sordo que hemos inventado. Tenemos una familia de peces entrenados para atacar a sus peces.Tenemos el mortal telegrama destructor de testiculos. Las companias de telecomunicaciones estan colaborando con el proyecto. Tenemos una sustancia verde que, bueno, mejor no hablo de esto.
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humor
war
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Donald Barthelme |
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9b32cc8
|
Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. It makes people think you're dead.
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death
humor
humour
loss
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Christopher Fowler |
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79268c8
|
"Lead the way. Just remember that I'm not a very good climber." "Not very good?" Beetledown laughed. "Like a dog with one leg, to put truth to it."
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humor
physicality
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Tad Williams |
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3279039
|
"The professor pointed out how he could drop a keel and a propeller into the water, in case he came down at sea, and after cutting the gas bag loose he'd have a seaworthy boat. He had everything on board for survival at sea, including fancy fishing gear, flares and weather balloons for distress signals, and both shortwave radio equipment and a low-frequency system for round-the-world communications. "Boy! This is somethin' right out of Jules Verne...only better, maybe," said Homer. You are right, Mr. Snodgrass," said the professor. "It is ze only way to travel. You don't go so fast, but it beats swimming! Yes? And we have everysing for safety and comfort at sea, if we have to come down. Ze only thing we have to worry about is piranhas. Oh, zey are terrible! Zey will eat everysing in sight!" "Piranhas?" Homer gasped. "I thought they were only found in South American Rivers?" "Oh?" said the professor. "Do ze piranhas know zat, Mr. Snodgrass?"
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humor
jules-verne
ocean
piranhas
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Bertrand R. Brinley |
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a184d2b
|
He has not the faintest idea that I am ugly and we are very happy together.
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humor
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Jane Gardam |
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65aa767
|
Me, Mia. Mama mia, Mia. Otis is rigor mortis.
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humor
murder
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Nelson DeMille |
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32c062a
|
He was not at the moment in very good odour at Bow Street. Such epithets as Blockhead and Blunderer had been used in connection with his last case. 'Jeremiah Stubbs, miss,' said the Runner. 'I am here in the execution of my dooty.
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bumbling
bungler
bungling
comedic
comedy
humor
humorous-quotes
idiot
idiotic
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Georgette Heyer |
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4e3699a
|
If you think it's bad now, my friend, wait till we reach a town!' He shook his head and brushed at his tattered, dirty shirtsleeve. 'Do try to remember we're visitors-and not welcome ones-if you should feel moved to reason with anyone.
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foreign
foreigner
foreigners
humor
humours
reason
travel
traveling
unfriendly
visitor
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David Weber |
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d832885
|
"What plan of action? What can be done? We can't fight the whole society." "I was thinking we could use you as bait and draw them into a trap," Gregori said, straight-faced. Gary's eyes widened in alarm. "I'm not sure I like that plan. Sounds a little risky to me." He looked at Savannah for support. Gregori shrugged his broad shoulders in a casual shrug. "I do not see a risk." Savannah's small clenched fist thumped his stomach in retaliation. Gregori glanced down at her with surprise. "Is this when I am supposed to say ouch?" Savannah and Gary exchanged a long, mournful groan. "Why did I want him to have a sense of humor?" she wondered. Gary shook his head. "Don't be asking me. You created the monster."
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gregori-and-savannah
humor
monster
ouch
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Christine Feehan |
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d828aa8
|
"He stepped back, cursing. "Hey, haven't you heard of the First Amendment? You jerk!" The security guard, still gunning like a mad scientist, said over the loudspeaker, "Sure, you little shit, and Prince Charles is a Tampax"
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humor
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Catherine Coulter |
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35567fa
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Nunca discutas sobre Dios. Lo mejor es decir 'Estoy de acuerdo contigo'. Entonces vas a tu casa y rezas lo que tu quieres. Esta es mi idea para que las personas esten en paz con la religion.
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humor
religion
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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87ca5b9
|
I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.
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humor
women
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Jim Butcher |
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87f8f52
|
Yes, and had your hotel proved slightly less psychotic, matters would never have got as far out of hand as they have.
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humor
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Richard K. Morgan |
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d2a7afd
|
Maximus coughed a while longer, but in the middle of the night towards the end of the week, they were all woken by a terrible squealing, distant shrieks of terror and fire; in a panic they burst out from the tents to discover Maximus attempting guiltily to sneak unnoticed back into the parade grounds, with as much success as was to be expected in this endeavor, and carrying in his already-bloodied jaws a spare ox. This he hurriedly swallowed down almost entire, on finding himself observed, and then pretended not to know what they were talking about, insisting he had only got up to stretch his legs and settle himself more comfortably.
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funny
humor
maximus
sneaking
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Naomi Novik |
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88992c5
|
I gave you three proofs of witchcraft. A cat that drinks blood! A horse that talks! And a man who propagates POODLES!
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historical
humor
satire
witchcraft
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Richard Curtis |
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d1a1f70
|
"Lord Daner isn't my boyfriend," Eleret said, annoyed. She'd let it go by once, but after two mentions, she had to correct him. Karvonen would drive her crazy if he kept referring to Daner that way. "Huh." Karvonen pursed his lips skeptically. "I'll bet it's not because he didn't try."
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eleret
humor
humour
karvonen
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Patricia C. Wrede |
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ab6009e
|
Mary had been raised in a family where blood was as thick as tomato sauce.
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humor
italian
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Lisa Scottoline |
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89b82ae
|
Go didn't like grilled cheese; she was scooping peanut butter out of the jar onto saltines. When a commercial break came on, she paused and said, 'If I had a dick, I would fuck this peanut butter.' deliberately spraying cracker bits toward me. 'I think if you had a dick, all sorts of bad things would happen.
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|
gillian-flynn
humor
twins
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Gillian Flynn |
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377b22c
|
Anyway, the reason I hate communion isn't the meat-eating component. I get hungry enough, I'll eat anything. The reason I hate it is because everybody in the church except me, Jason Bock, stands up and gets in line for their little snack. I sit there alone in the pew while everybody stares at me as they file past. I sit there and burn under hellfire and damnation stare my father gives me. And I feel awful. But what choice do I have? According to Father Haynes, if a nonbeliever takes Holy Communion, he'll be damned for all eternity. Of course, being a nonbeliever damns me anyway, so I suppose it doesn't really matter, but I figure it's safer not to partake. Just in case I'm wrong about the whole God thing. So I sit and endure the stares and the pangs and twinges of Catholic guilt, knowing that I am doing the right thing if I'm right, and the right thing even if I'm wrong. Being Catholic is hard. Being ex-Catholic is even harder.
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communion
godless
humor
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Pete Hautman |
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cf81a39
|
THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept crocodile tears across the parched Los Angeles landscape. When Ivy was a child and she overheard adults talking about their break-ups, in her young feeble-formed mind, she imagined it in the most literal of essences. She once heard her mother speaking of her break up with an emotionally unavailable man. She said they broke up on 69th Street. Ivy visualized her mother and that man breaking into countless fragments, like a spilled box of jigsaw pieces. And she imagined them shattered in broken shards, being blown down the pavement of 69th Street. For some reason, on the drive home from Marcel's apartment that next morning, all Ivy could think about was her mother and that faceless man in broken pieces, perhaps some aspects of them still stuck in cracks and crevices of the sidewalk, mistaken as grit. She couldn't get the image of Marcel having his seizure out of her mind. It left a burning sensation in the center of her chest. An incessant flame torched her lungs, chest, and even the back door of her tongue. Witnessing someone you cared about experiencing a seizure was one of those things that scribed itself indelibly on the canvas of your mind. It was gut-wrenching. Graphic and out-of-body, it was the stuff that post traumatic stress syndrome was made of.
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beauty
black-authors
black-history
deity
emotion
foodies
humor
inspiration
knowledge
literary-fiction
love
meaning
new-york
poetry
prose
rebirth
scorpios
sex
stress
valentine-s-day
wilmington
wisdom
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Brandi L. Bates |
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38052f7
|
Wizened and white, with brown blotched on her face the size and complexity of unshelled peanuts, Midge had a jitter in her head that made her pew like a chicken trying to make up its mind what to peck.
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|
humor
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John Irving |
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78120a5
|
Many of us would pray not to die in a car crash before we were baptized, like other people pray to not get sick before their employee benefits kick in.
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|
fundamentalism
humor
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Nadia Bolz-Weber |
|
cd41297
|
Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.
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|
humor
women
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Jim Butcher |
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9ea0b2d
|
Fucksocks! It's Chet the huge shaved vampyre cat, down on the street. He looks bigger, and I think he ate a meter maid. Her little cart is running and there's an empty uniform on the curb. Bad kitty!
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|
humor
vampire-kitties
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Christopher Moore |
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380e9a0
|
"Only a very careless father would be inclined to tell you what I'm going to tell you. I suppose I'm about to act like the disreputable uncle who everyone fears to leave the boys with because he encourages them to drink distilled spirits, stay up late, and do more than merely kiss girls." "Uh... what?" Mags replied, utterly bewildered now. "I am going," Jakyr said, leaning toward Mags, his eyes dancing with laughter, "to tell you how to please a woman." Max thought for a moment his face that caught fire, because surely it couldn't burn like that without some outside help."
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humor
mentor
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Mercedes Lackey |
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8c8b061
|
Them Frenchies!' 'Unchristian, that's what I call 'em,' responded Mr. Stubbs severely. 'I fair compassionate that wench.
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|
comedy
humor
idiocy
idiotic
idiots
moronic
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Georgette Heyer |
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3abd390
|
However, I suppose VH1 *is* selling me something; they're selling nostalgia, which means they're selling my own memories back to me, which means they're selling me to me.
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humor
nostalgia
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Chuck Klosterman |
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8cb309a
|
I once read a short story about some cannibals who didn't turn their victims into steaks and chops and roasts; they made them all into sausages. Because when you're eating a sausage you don't think so much about what you're eating. It's the same with communion wafers. .......... My point is, the miracle of the Holy Communion is when the priest turns these little white disks into the flesh of Jesus Christ. They call it transubstantiation. So, if you buy that, then the host the priest places on your tongue is actually a silver of Jesus meat. But they make the host as different from meat as they can, so even though communion is a form of cannibalism, nobody gets grossed out. Like with the sausages.
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|
god
humor
religion
transubstantiation
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Pete Hautman |
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c8e633f
|
Oops
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|
humor
mistress-of-the-night
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Michael Chabon |
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8d0133d
|
Imaginad el cuadro: seria vuestra merced tan amable de venir a la luz y destocarse, caballero, gracias, veo que sois el mas rubio, permitid que os introduzca una cuarta de acero toledano en los higadillos.
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|
humor
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Arturo Pérez-Reverte |
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a324e8f
|
Maria, groaning for scraps, would drape his head on my feet as I ate, trying to camouflage himself as my napkin or the rug.
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|
dogs
humor
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Arthur Phillips |
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8f87126
|
"PJ's suggested chant, for pointless protest marches: "Five, four, three, two. We don't have a doggone clue!"
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|
humor
pointless
protest
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P.J. O'Rourke |
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a1802fa
|
"I think you're going to like these," she said, placing the stack on the table. "The whole class spent Monday and Tuesday painting them up." Raymond and Sean lifted up the top poster and stared. ARSE PRESENTS SUPER HALLOWEEN PARTY FOOD, DRINKS, GREAT MUSIC HALLOWEEN TRAMPOLINE COSTUME CONTEST FOR THE MYSTERY PRIZE DON'T MISS IT! She smiled proudly. "What do you think?" "Nice," said Sean, wondering why Raymond had suddenly gone so silent and so pale. Finally Raymond found his voice. "But Ashly, why does it say" --he pointed to the top line-- "that?" "That? That's us. Our initials--Ashly, Raymond, Sean, and Eckerman--I couldn't remember his first name." "I get it," said Sean. Raymond was positively white. "The other kids who worked on them--they didn't--say anything about the posters? The wording maybe?" "The whole class really liked them," said Ashley. "I think everyone's favorite part was the initials thing. They thought it was clever." Raymond looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, it was."
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clever
humor
initials
posters
unfortunate-acronym
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Gordon Korman |
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9157683
|
Every couple of months or so, some boundary breaking article comes out in a nationally published magazine. The article makes a big thesis statement about relationships. Like say how, women don't need men anymore, or how if you're a woman over thirty-five, you should just settle with whatever guy is half-way nice to you, or how monogamy is not feasible, or plausible, or enjoyable, for any human. And we should all be swingers, or a study is released that say's, you don't have to love your kids anymore or something. They're the kind of articles that are e-mailed everywhere and I get them forwarded to me about eight times. I will read one of these articles and immediately afterward I'm so swept up in it, I can't help but think Yes, Yes, that is one-hundred percent right. Finally! Someone has confirmed that little voice in the back of my mind that has always not loved my kids, or I'm so happy I'm that much closer to my swinging lifestyle I've always secretly been craving. I'm normal and now it's a national discussion and others agree and I can feel normal now. But then, a week later I'm thinking, I hate this. I feel awful. This wretched little magazine article has helped convinced more open minded liberal arts graduates that, the nuclear family doesn't exist without some hideous twist, like the dad is allowed to go to an S & M dungeon once a week or something. It makes me cry because it means that fewer and fewer people are believing it's cool to want what I want, which is to be married and have kids and love each other in a monogamous, long-lasting relationship.
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|
honesty-quotes
humor
lifestyle
mindy-kaling
values
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Mindy Kaling |
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4f14022
|
Registration Day' by Gavin Gunhold (1899-- ) Toronto Review of Poetry, 1947 On registration day at taxidermy school I distinctly saw the eyes of the stuffed moose Move.
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|
humor
moose
poetry
school
taxidermy
taxidermy-school
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Gordon Korman |
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918722d
|
"What do you call the weak point?" He paused. "The fact that the average American looks down on his wife."
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|
humor
marriage
relationships
undine-spragg
weak-point
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Edith Wharton |
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fc5906a
|
Crud. What was she supposed to do? Protect herself or the pretzels?
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|
dilemmas
humor
pretzels
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Stephanie Rowe |
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bfd58d2
|
"Alecto... what do you think would happen if people found out about you? Your abilities, your life, Mearth's super 8 films, those powers of yours... how would they react?" "I don't know," said Alecto, "but ordinary people like a show, especially when it's a disturbing one. They enjoy seeing misery... probably because it allows them to pretend that they themselves are not so miserable, too. Also, they would probably find out about you, how you know about Personifications, how you saw the films... they would put us in cages and throw peanuts at us, I guess." "All joking aside, Alecto...." "Who is joking, Mandy Valems?"
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|
film
humor
joke
misery
ordinary
peanuts
powers
psychokinesis
psychokinetic
pyrokinesis
pyrokinetic
show
super-8
super-8-film
super-eight
telekinesis
throw
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Rebecca McNutt |
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3f82c21
|
"All faults or defects, from the slightest misconduct to the most flagitious crime, Pantocyclus attributed to some deviation from perfect Regularity in the bodily figure, caused perhaps (if not congenital) by some collision in a crowd; by neglect to take exercise, or by taking too much of it; or even by a sudden change of temperature, resulting in a shrinkage or expansion in some too susceptible part of the frame. Therefore, concluded that illustrious Philosopher, neither good conduct nor bad conduct is a fit subject, in any sober estimation, for either praise or blame. For why should you praise, for example, the integrity of a Square who faithfully defends the interests of his client, when you ought in reality rather to admire the exact precision of his right angles? Or again, why blame a lying, thievish Isosceles when you ought rather to deplore the incurable inequality of his sides? Theoretically, this doctrine is unquestionable; but it has practical drawbacks. In dealing with an Isosceles, if a rascal pleads that he cannot help stealing because of his unevenness, you reply that for that very reason, because he cannot help being a nuisance to his neighbours, you, the Magistrate, cannot help sentencing him to be consumed - and there's an end of the matter. But in little domestic difficulties, where the penalty of consumption, or death, is out of the question, this theory of Configuration sometimes comes in awkwardly; and I must confess that occasionally when one of my own Hexagonal Grandsons pleads as an excuse for his disobedience that a sudden change of the temperature has been too much for his perimeter, and that I ought to lay the blame not on him but on his Configuration, which can only be strengthened by abundance of the choicest sweetmeats, I neither see my way logically to reject, nor practically to accept, his conclusions. For my own part, I find it best to assume that a good sound scolding or castigation has some latent and strengthening influence on my Grandson's Configuration; though I own that I have no grounds for thinking so. At all events I am not alone in my way of extricating myself from this dilemma; for I find that many of the highest Circles, sitting as Judges in law courts, use praise and blame towards Regular and Irregular Figures; and in their homes I know by experience that, when scolding their children, they speak about "right" or "wrong" as vehemently and passionately as if they believed that these names represented real existences, and that a human Figure is really capable of choosing between them."
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|
humor
logic
morality
punishment
right-and-wrong
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Edwin A. Abbott |
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4291af3
|
"Or, as Nikolas had said, in tones of admiration, "She can tell you to go to hell in a way that will send you running off to pack your bags."
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girl-power
humor
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Mercedes Lackey |
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edd90e9
|
When you live with a woman you learn something every day. So far I have learned that long hair will clog up the shower drain before you can say 'Liquid-Plumr';
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humor
marriage
married-life
shower
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Audrey Niffenegger |
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ead5946
|
At times Valentine wasn't sure whether he kept Matthews about because of his supreme unctuousness or because he had half a suspicion the valet was trying to kill him.
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humor
romance
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Suzanne Enoch |
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e7b4f09
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Over and over again, Harriet read the story about Lazarus in the Bible, but it refused to address even the most basic questions. What had Lazarus to say to Jesus and his sisters about his week in the grave? Did he still smell? Was he able to go back home and carry on living with his sisters, or was he frightening to the people around him and perhaps had to go off somewhere and live by himself like Frankenstein's monster? She could not help thinking that if she, Harriet, had been there, she would have had more to say on the subject than Saint Luke did.
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humor
resurrection
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Donna Tartt |
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b82cbb2
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Zhizn' -- odinochestvo, izredka narushaemoe bogami, kotorye drazniat nas svoei druzhboi i sluchainym trakhom.
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humor
inspirational
philosophy-of-life
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Christopher Moore |
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7fcdf4a
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"Before Ernest could start walking back the cat, Melrose put in, "But isn't it rather we who have come here, Mrs. Attaboy?" At her uncomprehending look, he plowed on. "It is their country." "What? Africa?" "If Africa were a country, the answer would be yes."
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humor
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Martha Grimes |
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57d59ae
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El alma es cosa tan impalpable, tan inutil a menudo, y en ocasiones tan molesta, que, al perderla, no senti mas que una emocion algo menor que si se me hubiera extraviado, yendo de paseo, una tarjeta de visita.
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humor
poesía
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Charles Baudelaire |
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e63fb39
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Your key hobbies need to be long country walks (get some fresh air in those lungs!), masturbation, and the revolution. Between those three, you should, in the long term, stay relatively sane.
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feminism
humor
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Caitlin Moran |
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2c4d405
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"When someone makes a spectacular ass of himself, it's always in a French restaurant, never a Japanese or Italian one. The French are the people who slap one another with gloves and wear scarves to cover their engorged hickies. My understanding was that, no matter how hard we tried, the French would never like us, and that's confusing to an American raised to believe that the citizens of Europe should be grateful for all the wonderful things we've done. Things like movies that stereotype the people of France as boors and petty snobs, and little remarks such as "We saved your ass in World War II." Every day we're told that we live in the greatest country on earth. And it's always stated as an undeniable fact: Leos were born between July 23 and August 22, fitted queen-size sheets measure sixty by eighty inches, and America is the greatest country on earth. Having grown up with this in our ears, it's startling to realize that other countries have nationalistic slogans of their own, none of which are "We're number two!"
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french
humor
usa
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David Sedaris |
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2c9f187
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Whatever happened, he wasn't just Mason anymore. He was Mason and something else. Like God's older brother, who takes God's money, steals his car, and fucks his girlfriend. That's Mason now. A guy who isn't afraid to pants God...
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humor
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Richard Kadrey |
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827a153
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Reach down inside yourself, Peabody, and get a grip on reality, however slippery.
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humor
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J.D. Robb |
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9b1603e
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"It's only when you stop to think about it. I don't stop. - From "Morning"
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humor
introspection
motion
reflection
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Donald Barthelme |
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2f41abb
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Go Home. Cut your losses. Stay. Go for it. You are a republic of voices tonight. Unfortunately, that republic is Italy. All these voices waving their arms and screaming at one another.
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humor
indecision
italy
mind
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Jay McInerney |
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2fd1477
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...and while I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.
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humor
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Roger Zelazny |
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535d2f2
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"Billie turned back to Geroge. "He's an idiot." He held up his hands. "You will find no argument here." "The plight of the younger son," Andrew said with a sigh. Billie rolled her eyes, tipping he read toward Andrew as she said to George, "Don't encourage him." "To be ganged up upon," Andrew went on, "never respected..." George crane his neck, trying to read the title of Billie's book. "What are you reading?" "And," Andrew continued, "apparently ignored as well."
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billie-bridgerton
george-rokesby
humor
idiot
sybilla-bridgerton
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Julia Quinn |
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60c3c1c
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Kids. You gotta love them. I adore children. A little salt, a squeeze of lemon--perfect.
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humor
kids
storm_front
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Jim Butcher |
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c1777bd
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"It started at one thirty on a cold Tuesday morning in January when Martin Turner, Street performer and, in his own words, apprentice gigolo, tripped over a body in front of the West Portico of St. Paul's at Covent Garden. Martin, who was none too sober himself, at first thought the body was that of one of the many celebrants who had chosen the Piazza as a convenient outdoor toilet and dormitory. Being a seasoned Londoner, Martin gave the body the "London once-over" - a quick glance to determine whether this was a drunk, a crazy or a human being in distress. The fact that it was entirely possible for someone to be all three simultaneously is why good-Samaritanism in London is considered an extreme sport - like BASE jumping or crocodile wrestling. Martin, noting the good quality coat and shoes, had just pegged the body as a drunk when he noticed that it was in fact missing its head."
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humor
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Ben Aaronovitch |
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6d19853
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The Devil waited until he was sure the two policemen were going to keep their side of the bargain. A man called Nietzsche once observed that there is no such thing as moral phenomena, only a moral *interpretation* of them. The Devil had a certain amount of time for Nietzsche. despite the mustache. He'd understood. We look at a squirrel and say it is jumping; but we might as well think about a jump in its essence, and claim that the *jump* is *squirreling*. We do bad things, in other words, but the bad things also do *us*. This is almost never a successful defence in a court of law, but it's true.
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humor
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Michael Marshall Smith |
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666e41e
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Just think of it as a picnic with guns and monsters instead of mosquitoes and ants. Do we have fun or what?
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fantasy
humor
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Laurence Yep |
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fd16506
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"I believe in the unity of all living things. God is in us and in all that exists." "So, when you eat a carrot, aren't you eating God?"
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god
humor
left-behind
ryan
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Jerry B. Jenkins |
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6b2e539
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Or there's peer tutoring. Oh my god. I'm tutoring the cutest little second grader right now. I totally taught her how to stay within the lines with her eyeshadow.
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humor
tutoring
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Meg Cabot |
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38295de
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"Falderson," he said quietly to Bahzell in passable Navahkan, "is as stupid as the day is long." He craned his neck to gaze up at the hradani and shook his head. "In fact, he's even stupider than I thought. You, sir, are the biggest damned hradani-no offense-I think I've ever seen."
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day
dumb
hradani
humor
humours
large
long
stupid
stupidity
tall
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David Weber |
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7dce9ed
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Bacon is the meth of meats.
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humor
meat
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Lisa Scottoline |
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e6002c9
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Niemand hat je gesagt, dass das Universum normal ist.
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humor
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Dan Simmons |
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910b4f9
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"Tiddlywinks, tiddlywinks, I want to play tiddlywinks," chanted Ramona, shaking her head back and forth."
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childhood
children
humor
playtime
ramona
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Beverly Cleary |
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e8010e6
|
"I never indulge commonplace thoughts," said Sir Vincent... "Not, at all events, in relation to the Grand Sophy."
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humor
regency
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Georgette Heyer |
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81de097
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Dess took a deep breath, feeling a rush of relief now that the proclamation had been made. It was sort of like being the first astronomer to spot one of those big dinosaur-extermination-sized asteroids on its way toward Earth. Sure, this was majorly unpleasant news for everyone, including Dess personally, but at least she got to announce it.
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humor
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Scott Westerfeld |
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913950b
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El pecado de Onan. Derramar en el suelo la vieja semilla. Atar el camello. Quitarle el polvo al burro. Azotar al fariseo. Onanismo, el pecado que requiere de cientos de horas de practica para ser dominado, o al menos eso era lo que yo me decia a mi mismo. Dios mato a Onan por derramar su semilla en el suelo (la semilla de Onan, no la de Dios).
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humor
jesus-christ
messiah
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Christopher Moore |
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e3173ee
|
The nine rubies were used afterwards in agriculture. You had only to throw them out into a field if you wanted it plowed. Then the whole surface of the land turned itself over in its anxiety to get rid of something so wicked, and in the morning the field was found to be plowed as thoroughly as any young man at Oxford.
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|
drinking
fairy-tales
humor
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E. Nesbit |
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7f23976
|
In all this flurry of false scientism, the central question went unaddressed: if the possession of a penis and outsize brain were the distinguishing marks of the lords of creation, why was the world not rules by whales?
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history
humor
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Rosalind Miles |
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8d560a7
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A lot of who you were in middle age was determined before you had a chance to manipulate, control, or eve understand the things around you. It was no mystery, he thought, why some old people's minds returned to their youth; the wonder of those years, the discoveries, the first experience with the dirty secret of death, and the first stirrings of lust and love were indelible, drawn in luminous colors on clean canvas. Indeed, the first sex act was so mind-boggling that most people could still remember it clearly twenty, thirty, sixty years later.
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humor
inspirational
life
love
lust
old
romance
science
sex
wisdom
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Nelson DeMille |
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930002a
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"Sit yourself down," Joan instructed as we reached the the fag-fogged, gin-scented den that was nominally her sitting room." --
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humor
julian-barnes
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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7b88172
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Ukridge was the sort of man who asks you to dinner, borrows money from you to pay the bill, and winds up the evening by embroiling you in a fight with a cabman.
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humor
udridge
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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6421b42
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"God's agenda is so glorious, and His love and purposes for our lives are so great, that everything else pales in comparison. We should all be like Nehemiah, who, when the enemies of Israel tried to get him to come out of the city and talk with them on the Plain of Ono, said, "...I am doing a great work and I cannot come down. Why should the work cease while I leave it and go down to you?"
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christian-living
christian-values
encouraging
humor
priorities
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Bill Johnson |
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dbe5231
|
"These poor souls. These poor pathetic souls." The Emperor gestured toward the passersby. "I don't understand," Tommy said. "Their time has passed and they don't know what to do. 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." "They have really nice shoes," Tommy said. "They have to look right or their peers will turn on them like starving dogs. They are the fallen gods. The new gods are producers, creators, doers. The new gods are the chinless techno-children who would rather eat white sugar and watch science-fiction films than worry about what shoes they wear. And these poor souls desperately push papers around hoping that a mystical message will appear to save them from the new, awkward, brilliant gods and their silicon-chip reality. Some of them will survive, of course, but most will fall. Uncreative thinking is done better by machines. Poor souls, you can almost hear them sweating."
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|
emperor-of-san-francisco
happiness
humor
metaphor
reality
shoes
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Christopher Moore |
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d8f7e6a
|
Only in Xanth would parents see a dragon looming over their children and depart with confidence.
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humor
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Piers Anthony |
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d6c5638
|
His friend laughed. 'You missed your calling, Freddie,' he said. 'You should have been one of the aforementioned clergy. Is this what marriage does to you? One shudders at the very idea.
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|
cynicism
dancing-with-clara
dialogue
humor
marriage
mary-balogh
regency
regency-romance
romance
witty-banter
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Mary Balogh |
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b7062ab
|
"I have a package for somebody named Mrs. Jewls," he said. "I'll take it," said Louis. "Are you Mrs. Jewls?" asked the man. "No," said Louis. "I have to give it to Mrs. Jewls," said the man. Louis thought a moment. He didn't want the man disturbing the children. He knew how much they hated to be interrupted when they were working. "I'm Mrs. Jewls," he said. "But you just said you weren't Mrs. Jewls," said the man. "I changed my mind," said Louis. The man got the package out of the back of the truck and gave it to Louis. "Here you go, Mrs. Jewls," he said."
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humor
package
school
ups
witty
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Louis Sachar |
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3fe72fc
|
(...) en cuanto sales de Europa, ya no hay mas que mosquitos. Unos mosquitos verdes, venenosos y pequenos, que se cuelgan por todas partes. Y que dan fiebre, y sueno... y a veces, la locura. Pero no te asustes tu, mi heroe..., tambien hay mosquiteros, y cremas especiales para la piel. Y luego, !la Ciencia! Por cada mosquito que produce Dios, producen una inyeccion los alemanes.
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humor
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Alejandro Casona |
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b5d86a8
|
Human skin hisses like a rattlesnake when it burns.
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|
humor
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James Patterson |
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d3d2080
|
Wenn einen das Schicksal nicht zum Lachen bringt, dann hat man den Witz nicht kapiert.
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|
humor
life
|
Gregory David Roberts |
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d3c62fd
|
"This book is a work of fiction. Actually, it is a work of fiction within a fiction, as the main characters, though real persons in a fictional world, are being depicted in a book which other fictional characters in the same world are reading. Any reference to historical events-- rather, historical events non-Marridonian, and also non-Sesternese-- real people--rather, people in our realm, not the persons I was referring to in the previous line-- or real places--places that are not Marridon, Sesterna, and any place on the Two Continents-- are used fictitiously, because this is a work of fiction, and is a fiction within a fiction, as was previously stated. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination--referring to the ultimate author, not the fictitious author who has written the book within the book-- and any resemblance to actual events, locales, persons, living, dead, or otherwise, is entirely coincidental, but any resemblance to actual persons or places in the Two Continents is intentional. Absolutely no parts of this book, text or art, may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, by any means, whether electronically or mechanically, including photocopying-- "By Myrellenos, are we here in the disclaimer again? This is the third time, I believe. And there are still no cups out. Where is the teapot?" "Here, boss." "Oh, there is tea in this story? I might be more inclined to stay and hear this one. The others were dreadful slow. I must have some tea, if I am going to be made to sit and listen to a whole book. I am not Bartleby, who can sit at his desk and flump over his tomes until he moulders." "He's gonna hear you, boss." "I should say not, Rannig. He is too busy with doing the edits. He found a mistake in one of the other books about us and demanded he perform the editing this time around. The author was very good to let him do as he likes. He is missing tea, however." --audio recording, data retrieval, cloud storage, torrent, or streaming service. If you do decide to ignore this disclaimer and print or share this book illegally, I will have Bartleby come to your house with a sample from the Marridonian legal extracts, and he will read them to you until you promise never to do anything illegal again."
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humor
pirates
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Michelle Franklin |
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9d3c376
|
"I look through the old record collection my dad gave me. Stress relief. I shuffle through the albums feverishly and find what I'm looking for-the Proclaimers. I chuck it on and watch it spin. The ridiculous first notes of "Five Hundred Miles" come on, and I feel like going berserk. Even the Proclaimers are giving me the shits tonight. Their singing's an abomination."
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|
humor
location-1259
music
record
singing
stress
stress-relief
the-proclaimers
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Markus Zusak |
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7f97610
|
- ?Siempre es usted asi? - ?Como es asi? - sonrio Falco. - Tan engreido. Tan seguro de si mismo. Tan de todo. - Va por dias. - ?Y hoy es uno de esos dias? La miro con cara de buen chico. Directo a los ojos. - Depende de usted.
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humor
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Arturo Pérez-Reverte |
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720acb7
|
"But when she was annoyed with me, she had a cold way of saying "Apparently" in answer to almost anything I said, making me feel stupid. "Um, I can't find the can opener." "Apparently." "There's going to be a lunar eclipse tonight." "Apparently." "Look, sparks are coming out of the wall socket." "Apparently."
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|
humor
humour
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Donna Tartt |
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f950be7
|
(Sam) Rafe grinned.
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|
humor
rafe
sam
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Kelley Armstrong |
|
c53cca2
|
There's no such thing as hideously ordinary. If something is hideous, it's automatically extraordinary. In a hideous way.
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|
humor
|
Libba Bray |
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c4238b3
|
"Oh, it'll definitely fool the Germans," Cess said. "There's no clearer proof that there's an army in the area than beer bottles and used condoms."
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|
humor
wwii-fiction
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Connie Willis |
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5f9d283
|
My parents' marriage, to my unforgiving nineteen-year-old eye, was a car crash of cliche. Though I would have to admit, as the one making the judgement, that a 'car crash of of cliche' is itself a cliche.
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humor
julian-barnes
language
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |