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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f9e1f73 | As lovely as she was, sarcasm did not wear well on her. Still, she was a bright girl, and in our short time together we had built a bond of petty resentments that usually takes a lifetime to develop. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 291e5e0 | You see," I explained to Joshua, "what Joy is doing is ironic, yet that's not her intent. That's the difference between irony and sarcasm. Irony can be spontaneous, while sarcasm requires volition. You have to create sarcasm." | Christopher Moore | ||
| 4e87962 | was drafted as a shortstop right out of high school by the Giants and sent to their double-A team in Richmond, Virginia, the Flying Squirrels, which is where I got my nickname--the squirrel-- | Christopher Moore | ||
| ba3161b | so here, in not too many pages, someone is going to dispatch the miserable son of a bitch with a shovel. That's the spirit of Christmas yet to come in these parts. Ho, ho, ho. | Christopher Moore | ||
| fd70e64 | Louvre's a little pious, isn't it? Can't throw a round of darts in there without scoring three Madonnas and a baby Jesus. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 2d4fc8d | JULY | Christopher Moore | ||
| 1b7ea9b | I've known him for seventy years. I'll vouch for his lack of character | Christopher Moore | ||
| ae7f4b2 | Style can't be denied, Lemon. That's the difference between you and me: you a slave to fashion and I'm a sultan of style. | Christopher Moore | ||
| f8d1ce4 | In every author let us distinguish the man from his works. | Authors | ||
| 41918ff | This dull product of a scoffer's pen. | Authors | ||
| d0fdb50 | For who can write so fast as men run mad? | Authors | ||
| 24b47b5 | It happens again and again. I've seen people come out of a coma and sing their favorite songs, and all I can tell you is to enjoy it. People see the light come back into eyes that have been dull for months, and they start to place hope on it. It's not a sign of getting well, it's an opportunity to say good-bye. It's a gift. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a7eee8b | Wirot held up his card, and the | Christopher G. Moore | ||
| fd35e79 | Relajate, no puede comerselo. Ni siquiera tiene dientes. Y, ademas, no hay ningun Teletubby gimiendo de placer al otro lado. Ay, Dios, voy a necesitar un buen trago de tequila para quitarme esa imagen de la cabeza. | Christopher Moore | ||
| edf49bf | The three jewels of the Tao: compassion, moderation, and humility. Balthasar said compassion leads to courage, moderation leads to generosity, and humility leads to leadership. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 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 lik.. | emperor-of-san-francisco happiness humor metaphor reality shoes | Christopher Moore | |
| 8638bda | Chrysler and stood him up behind the Ford, where | Christopher Moore | ||
| 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?" | evil humor writing | Christopher Moore | |
| c9c5861 | Tommy had been dealing with more than a few adjustments since he'd come west from his hometown of Incontinence, Indiana--not the least of which had been finding a girlfriend, who, while smart, sexy, and quick-witted, drank his blood and tended to fall unconscious at the exact moment of sunrise. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 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! | humor vampire-kitties | Christopher Moore | |
| 13bd51d | Stop, I said. Please do not further endorken yourself to me. You have a great hair, and a car that is most fly, and you have just saved me with your mad ninja driving skills, so do not sully your heroic hottie image in my mind by further reciting your nerdy scholastic agenda. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 2a749c3 | And without guilt and dread, who am I? | Christopher Moore | ||
| f9160a0 | Audrey felt herself blush again and suddenly, and for no reason she could think, thought of poor Lizzie from Pride and Prejudice, and then remembered how she also felt that Lizzie, nay, all of the Bennet women, in fact, all of the characters in P&P could have benefited from a good roundhouse kick to the head, | Christopher Moore | ||
| b99dc2c | You don't have to explain why a character pulled the kid from the freezing river, but there better be a pretty good reason why he held that kid under. | Christopher Moore | ||
| ad49b49 | chaos is the condition between order and disorder, the transition between one system and another. | Christopher Moore | ||
| fb02fac | I'm Asian." She wasn't Asian, but there would be a metric fuckload of Asian girls on the bridge for him to think were her. "Ten minutes. Don't jump, okay?" | Christopher Moore | ||
| 0f2d3aa | Protect and served, lunch--SFPD motto. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 1775681 | a chamomile chaser to Jane's vodka and sarcasm shooter. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 97abff2 | what kind of sociopathic fuck-weasel would do all the puzzles in Highlights in pen. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a41005b | will smack that bitch up and take her bag of quarters! I will not be fucked with! | Christopher Moore | ||
| 5fe9bc8 | You know why those guys with the bagpipes have daggers on their belts, right? So they can stab themselves in the fucking legs to take their minds off the music. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a6e8f98 | I'm just going to try to save the woman I love, and that's as good as the world to me. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 7f2fa00 | That won't work, isn't Special Forces where everyone gets a hug?" Charlie called. "That's the Special Olympics," Rivera said" | Christopher Moore | ||
| 6c9c59b | I found you here, Augustus Brine, listening to the noise of the universe, holding in your heart a spark of hope, like all fishermen, but resolved to be disappointed. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 21822e7 | He looked like he'd shown up at the sacrificial mass of the damned ready to fix the dishwasher. | Christopher Moore | ||
| fc6aaed | God is a comedian playing to an audience that is afraid to laugh. VOLTAIRE | Christopher Moore | ||
| b570177 | There are those who, deprived of physical beauty, develop a sincerity and beauty of spirit that seems to eclipse their appearance. They marry for love, stay married, and raise happy children who are quick to laugh and slow to judge. | life-as-an-ugly-person | Christopher Moore | |
| 65ee883 | What if he isn't really the last of his kind, but the first of ours? | Christopher Moore | ||
| 9136681 | There was probably a range of people she had never experienced in this world and for which she had no preparation, | Arthur Phillips | ||
| 49ec387 | So I like slept till eleven, because we're on Christmas break, only it's called winter break now because Jesus is AN OPPRESSIVE ZOMBIE BASTARD AND WE DO NOT BOW DOWN TO HIS BIRTHDAY! At least not at Allen Ginsberg High School, we don't. (Go, Fighting Beatniks!) But it's all good, 'cause I'm going to have to get used to getting up later if I'm going to be a creature of the night. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 204f583 | I'll be fine. The ready kit you packed covered everything, I think. In fact, I may not even need the fire extinguisher. | Christopher Moore | ||
| c853de4 | Why, I'll bet my uncle Davey could take you out in the first round, ya macaroon. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 65ab26f | There was something unsettling about carrying an animal to its death. It wasn't that I hadn't seen the sacrifices before, nor even eaten the Passover lamb, but this was the first time I'd actually participated. I could feel the animal's breathing on my neck as I carried it slung over my shoulders, and amid all the noise and the smells and the movement around the Temple, there was, for a moment, silence, just the breath and heartbeat of the .. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a137119 | Sin valor para arriesgar la vida por nuestro hermano, no somos mas que politicos: vociferantes putas de la retorica | inspirational true-friends | Christopher Moore |