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Why do you call this dog Mohammed?" asked the bearded man. "Because that's his name." "You should not have called this dog Mohammed." "I didn't call the dog Mohammed," Charlie said. "His name was Mohammed when I got him. It was on his collar." "It is blasphemy to call a dog Mohammed." "I tried calling him something else, but he doesn't listen. Watch. Steve, bite this man's leg? See, nothing. Spot, bite off this man's leg. Nothing. I might a..
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Christopher Moore |
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another hospice worker--another of the amazing women that Charlie had seen in the homes of the dying, helping to deliver them into the next world with as much comfort and dignity and even joy as they could gather--benevolent Valkyries, midwives of the final light, they were--and as Charlie watched them at work, he saw that rather than become detached from, or callous to their job, they became involved with every patient and every family. Th..
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Like love, privacy is most manifest in its absence.
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Christopher Moore |
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I don't know. I don't really have a plan. I don't even know if she's lucid. I've been on autopilot since I heard. I was waiting for you to get home so I could fall apart.
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Christopher Moore |
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A centipede the size of a Pontiac had once lived in the bottom-right corner of the trunk but had long since moved on once he realized that no one was ever going to bother him, so he could stand up on his hind hundred feet, hiss like a pissed cat, and deliver a deadly bite to a naked foot.
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Christopher Moore |
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I wouldn't go to yoga with you because I'm not bendy, not because I'm not spiritual.
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Christopher Moore |
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did you just say 'gee whiz' to me? what am I, nine? I am a woman-
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Christopher Moore |
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Lily liked the fog, and didn't even mind the cold wind. She reckoned that Ocean Beach, the dunes there, and the Sunset were the closest San Francisco was going to come to the foreboding, wind-swept moors of England, where she had aspired to suffer romance and heartache when she was a kid. The foghorn, however, rather than a lonesome lament that conjured images of Heathcliff's dark figure, waiting with clenched jaw on the moor for her to bri..
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humor
heathcliff
san-francisco
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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 mos..
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Christopher Moore |
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I would not have Drool reading Cicero or crafting clever riddles, but under my tutelage he had become more than fair at tumbling and juggling, could belch a song, and was, at court, at least as entertaining as a trained bear, with slightly less proclivity for eating the guests. With guidance, he would make a proper fool.
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Christopher Moore |
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Disorder in here harshing my mellow.
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Christopher Moore |
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One can't be free without action.
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Christopher Moore |
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But she's a redhead, so she's probably evil, even at her tender age.
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Christopher Moore |
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Molly stood over the stove, naked, except for a wide sash from which was slung the scabbard for her broadsword at the center of her back, giving the impression that she had won honors in the Miss Nude Random Violence Pageant. Her
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Christopher Moore |
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I don't remember any snow in all of the Torah. The Lord probably doesn't even go to places where it snows.
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Christopher Moore |
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And there were hundreds of singular events experienced by individuals: creatures moving in the shadows, voices and screams from the sewer grates, milk souring, cats scratching owners, dogs howling, and a thousand people woke up to find that they no longer cared for the taste of chocolate. It was a fucked-up day.
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Christopher Moore |
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Tastes like shit!
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Christopher Moore |
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Zadimeniiat bar be izp'lnen s blus i s khora, koito se nalivakha s alkokhol, za da progoniat t'gata. Ako biakha kucheta, do edin shchiakha da b'dat navin, da se t'pchat s treva i da se m'chat da pov'rnat onova, koeto gi kara da se chuvstvat tolkova zle.
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Christopher Moore |
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Estel se beshe zarekla, che poveche nito edin m'zh niama da ia vidi gola. Navremeto kompromis't i se struvashe razumen - otrichane ot malkoto pl'tski udovolstviia v polza na konsumirane na sladkishchi, koito biakha v izobilie, p'k i ne ia karakha da se chuvstva siakash e izneverila na pametta na Dzho. Sega, sled kato beshe narushila kletvata si i lezheshe na pukhenata postelia do tozi poten kl'oshchav starik, koito s ezik dokosvashe v'rnoto..
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Christopher Moore |
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She's studying the Existentialists this month. Asked for a study day last week to kill an Arab on the beach.
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Christopher Moore |
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Get in, get out, and nobody gets hurt, as Uncle Harlan always said, something he picked up in Vietnam.
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Christopher Moore |
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Charlie guardo con piu attenzione il roditore che la bimba aveva sbattuto sul vassoio, quasi volesse renderne piu tenera la carne. La testolina sembrava fradicia. "In bocca. Se lo e messo in bocca". Afferro una salvietta di carta dal rotolo che teneva sul piano di lavoro e comincio a strofinare l'interno dell bocca della bimba. Lei canticchiava mentre cercava di mangiare quel pezzo di carta, pensando fosse parte del gioco. "In ogni caso, do..
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criceti
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Christopher Moore |
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but even with the gift of tongues, I'm having trouble learning to speak hip-hop. Why is it that one can busta rhyme or busta move anywhere but you must busta cap in someone's ass? Is "ho" always feminine, and "muthafucka" always masculine, while "bitch" can be either? How many peeps in a posse, how much booty before baby got back, do you have to be all that to get all up in that, and do I need to be dope and"
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Christopher Moore |
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La Cadillac Eldorado Brougham del 1957 era l'incarnazione perfetta dell'esibizionismo, tra le macchine d morte. Quasi tre tonnellate di acciaio unite insieme a fare una bestia dalle fauci enormi e dalle code alte, rivestita di tanto metallo cromato che ci si sarebbe potuto costruire un Terminator e conservarne qualche scarto (il metallo era presente soprattutto sotto forma di strisce taglienti che, in caso di impatto, si staccavano, trasfor..
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Christopher Moore |
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The noise was like, well, it was like a thousand vampire cats clawing on Plexiglas--it made their teeth hurt.
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sound
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Christopher Moore |
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Liebe - von allen fiesen Streichen, die einem die Ironie des Lebens so spielt, der bei weitem fieseste.
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Christopher Moore |
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I want to be Moses." "You can't." "Why not?" "I have the stick." "Oh."
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Christopher Moore |
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Senti, abbiamo delle specie di regole qui". Indico il cartello sul bancone. NIENTE CAMICIA O NIENTE SCARPE, NIENTE SERVIZIO. Molly abbasso lo sguardo su di se. <>. <>. <>. <>. <>. <
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Christopher Moore |
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Judah could never get the knack of being an adulteress. He'd stand there stiff as Lot's wife. You can't do that. An adulteress has to be wily and nimble-footed.)
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Christopher Moore |
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Sometimes, methinks, a lass just needs to have a proper enraged scream.
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Christopher Moore |
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he realized, with no little sense of irony, that until he became Death, he'd never felt so alive.
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Christopher Moore |
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I'm poor and my cat is huge.
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humor
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The Emperor decided to make a proclamation to the 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.
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Christopher Moore |
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Who goes out without a phone? This guy was a complete loser.
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Christopher Moore |
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Know what I like about mysteries? They're mysterious.
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Christopher Moore |
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Blessed with the Beta Male imagination, he spent much of his life squinting into the future so he might spot ways in which the world was conspiring to kill him...
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imagination
paranoia
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He reasoned: A well-formed bottom hanging in space is just a well-formed bottom, but you hook up a well-formed bottom to a whip-smart woman and apply a dash of the awkward and what you've got yourself is...well, trouble.)
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Christopher Moore |
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Love without desire, or conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once.
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Christopher Moore |
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thou treacherous coal-souled wank-weasel!
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Christopher Moore |
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thou wretched pillar of syphilitic pheasant-fuck!
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Christopher Moore |
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The little people parted and two of them carried a tray with the head of an animal Wiggley Charlie didn't recognize down an aisle. (It was the head of an opossum, but the o was silent, as often happens with the decapitated.)
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Christopher Moore |
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I accidentally shagged a monk last night." "Sometimes, in times of crisis, that shit cannot be avoided."
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Christopher Moore |
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93309fc
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The constable lit the bong and lost himself in the scuba bubbles of sweet comforting smoke.
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Christopher Moore |
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There's no such thing as a conservative hero.' He was wise, that old man.
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Christopher Moore |