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You're going to need more than that to usher in the kingdom of God, Josh, no offense. We can't go home with, 'Hi, I'm the Messiah, God wanted you to have this bacon.
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The sofa was lumpy enough to have had a body sewed into it; stuffing spilled out of the arms where the victim had tried to escape.
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sofas
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Solo estando preparado para tu muerte puedes vivir plenamente>>.
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Although he would not remember it, when Lucien was born, the first thing he saw as he peeked over the edge of the world was Madame Lessard's bunghole. Well that can't be right, he thought. And he thought he might cry for the shock. Then the midwife flipped him over and the second thing he saw was the blue sky through the skylight. He thought, Oh, that's better. So he cried for the beauty and was at a total loss for words for almost a year. ..
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Not the scream of a startled little girl, mind you, but a manly scream: the scream of a fellow who has caught his enormous dong in a revolving door while charging
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Take a moment to catch your breath and revel in your rhetorical mastery and achievement.
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Hey, you ever feel like you might just be the construct of an unyielding, all-seeing bureaucracy beyond our perception that is molding humanity to its own will and pleasure?
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there comes a point where you'll find something out, where you'll see something, or where something will suddenly come together, and you'll realize that you know something that no one else in the world knows yet. Just you. No one else. You realize that all the value you have is in that one thing, and you're only going to have it for a short time until you tell someone else, but for that time you are more alive than you'll ever be.
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For the tourist, immersed in the oblivion of vacation spending, Cypress Street provided a bonanza of curious gifts to prove to the folks back home that they had been somewhere. Somewhere where they had obviously forgotten that soon they would return home to a mortgage, dental bills, and an American Express bill that would descend at the end of the month like a financial Angel of Death. And they bought. They bought effigies of
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Drowned, dead, duplicitous slut!
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In each picture is a whole lifetime imprisoned, a whole lifetime of fears, doubts, hopes and joys.
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See form, see line, see light, see shadow. See relationships of lines. The model is a collection of these elements, not a body.
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No, you don't understand, young man. You couldn't understand. Emily was my life. I got up in the morning for her, I went to work for her, I built a business for her. I couldn't wait to get home at night to tell her about my day. I went to bed with her and I dreamed about her when I slept. She was my passion, my wife, my best friend, the love of my life. And one day, without warning, she was gone and my life is a void. You couldn't possibly ..
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Clair put down her knife and pickle, then wiped her hands. As she came toward Clay she pulled a large bobby pin from the back of her hair, and her long, thick locks cascaded down her back. She took Clay's right hand and kissed each of his fingertips, licked his thumb, then took his index finger in her mouth and made a show of removing it slowly and with maximum moisture. Clay looked at the floor, shaking. "Baby," she said as she placed the ..
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What?" he said. "What? What? What?" "Master, you're walking on the water," said Peter. "I just ate," Joshua said. "You can't go into the water for an hour after you eat. You could get a cramp. What, none of you guys have mothers?"
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A thousand years of torture rule, The knave who dares to harm a fool." I"
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We will bring your guilt as well. You wouldn't have escaped it anyway. It is a parent's gift.
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I bring food and drink to the guards when they are on post during feasts. I believe it is written in the Obfuscations of St. Pesto: "In nine cases out of ten, a large friend with a poleax shall truly a blessing be." )"
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Othello, we are told by Iago, is not a Muslim, but a Christian, but, you know, he might be a secret Muslim. I mean, he's so African looking, and he has that funny name . . . Yeah, I went there.
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When did chicken become like plutonium anyway, for Christ's sake? You can't let it touch you or it's certain fucking death. And eggs and hamburgers kill you unless you cook them to the consistency of limestone! And if you turn on your fucking cell phone, the plane is going to plunge out of the sky in a ball of flames? And kids can't take a dump anymore but they have to have a helmet and pads on make them look like the Road Warrior. Right? R..
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I'm more visual than verbal, really. The painting and so forth.
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The entire city of Las Vegas--plastic opulence, treasure for the taking, vulgar towers, and cocktail waitresses with improbable breasts--is built on the self-delusion of the Beta Male.
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The City of San Francisco is being stalked by a huge, shaved vampyre cat named Chet, and only I, Abby Normal, emergency backup mistress of the Greater Bay Area night, and my manga-haired love monkey, Foo Dog, stand between the ravenous monster and a bloody massacre of the general public. Which isn't, like, as bad as it sounds, because the general public kind of sucks ass.
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He had a plan--and a bus pass with four more days left on it--so this son of a bitch had picked the wrong guy to fuck with.
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Para ser honesto era muito raro ferver, mas gostava do som da expressao "fervoroso pagao" e creio que seria um nome fantastico para uma banda de rock crista."
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Ninguem e perfeito... Ou por outra, este tipo era mas nos matamo-lo.
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not the end of the world, just darkness over everything," Charlie cheerfully said. "it gets dark - turn on a light."
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What the hell good was it to be the Lord of the Underworld if there was fuzz on your underdone toast.
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What is character, if not a man's measure of himself against his friends and enemies?
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And so it came to pass, that Joshua of Nazareth moved among them, healing them and performing miracles, and all the little blind children of Nicobar did see again, and all the lame did stand up and walk. The little fuckers. And
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Mike had taken the rest of the day off, and he had rested, but unfortunately, he had also shared his tale of the ghost in the beam with his girlfriend of fourteen months, Melody, who first suggested that he might have had a ministroke, because that had happened to a guy on the Internet. When he insisted that no, he had seen and heard what he had seen and heard, she responded that he needed to see a shrink, that he was emotionally unavailabl..
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This is the Marina. This is where you go between the fraternity or sorority house and your first divorce. Look around, except for our waitress, who I guarantee doesn't live in this neighborhood, it's all people who are completely self-absorbed without a shred of self-awareness." "Wow, that's harsh," Mike said. "You haven't served them," Lily said."
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My name," said Mr. Fresh. "Pardon?" Charlie stopped tying himself up. "I dress in mint green because of my first name. It's Minty."
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Fue un dia jodido en la ciudad de la bahia. (...). Hubo ademas cientos de sucesos singulares acaecidos a particulares: seres que se movian entre las sombras, voces y gritos que salian de las rejillas del alcantarillado, leche que se agriaba, gatos que aranaban a sus duenos, perros que aullaban, y mil personas que al despertar descubrieron que ya no les gustaba el sabor del chocolate. Fue un dia jodido.
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Se prometio a si mismo acojonarse por ello en cuanto tuviera tiempo.
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There's something out on the wing. Sir I can assure you that--Fuck, there's something out on the wing. Told you.
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Within twelve hours they had pulled mankind's teeth. Then the hunting began.
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Ah, ja entendi - disse eu. - E uma parabola. Que giro. Vamos comer.
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Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live. If
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Era il suono di mille bambini affamati che piangevano, di diecimila vedove che si strappavano i capelli sulle tombe dei mariti, un coro di angeli che intonava l'ultimo lamento nel giorno della morte di dio
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Every time you give them a new metaphor for the kingdom they see the metaphor, a mustard seed, a field, a garden, a vineyard, it's like pointing something out to a cat - the cat looks at your finger, not at what you're pointing at.
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So, I guess we're going to kill this guy, she thought. Then she said, "How does Thursday look for you?"
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Christopher Moore |
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You tell soldiers what they need to hear to go to war. Bitches need a mission, not a goal.
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Christopher Moore |
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Well, it is written, two out of three ain't bad." "Where is that written?" "Dalmatians 9:7, I think--doesn't matter, no one else could have done what you did." --
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