One kid makes you ask him to please commit a crime.

Why, once I met this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy's cousin.

Walk about a bit, you won't be able to walk too far.

Crowded in among his pocket's pens was the rubber head of a diagnostic plexor.

Whatever the people ordain last shall be legally valid.

He was nodding both while he wrote and when he looked up.

In spite of her eighteen years, she looked almost a little girl - almost a child. And in some of her gestures, this childishness seemed almost absurd.

That kid's been hanging from the bottom of the ladder by his nails since he was nine.

His bottom is bony and his belt has missed two loops.

Smoke more weed, Turtle. Seriously, smoke more weed.

The brunt again, to their way of thinking, remember.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

You would run like this to me and hug me and kiss me.

He had set down a good many points against him of late.

Now balding smoothly back from a high clear forehead.

I lift things and swing things and run in huge outdoor circles.

He dreams he looks in a mirror and sees nothing and keeps trying to clean the mirror with his sleeve.

Not only was she such an efficient manager, but she could ride horses and could get more milk from her cows than any of the other workers.

She obviously thought a lot about her brother, and with compassion.

Why, even if he wished it he has not had time to imagine and put together such a host of lies.

A meal is something you eat. It's not something you name your kid.

You believe you would die twice for another but in truth would die only for your alone self, its sentiment.

He could not remember the color of this new last and final bong.

All my life I want money and power, respect my mind or die from lead shower.

When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

Then that overfull heat in various cranial meatus.

The people we love are the ones who hurt us the most, after all.

We have carried on our trade in that house for years past.

The doctor smelled shame in the room, sour and uremic.

I've found out where those mothers live and in what surroundings.

It seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind, never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in. And I would have liked to have known you but I was just a kid.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance, choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home, choose your friends, choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future, choose life.

But all of a sudden the scene changed; it was the memory, no longer of old impressions but of an old desire, only recently reawakened by the Fortuny gown in blue and gold, that spread before me another spring, a spring not leafy at all but on the contrary suddenly stripped of its trees and flowers by the name that I had just murmured to myself: "Venice"; a decanted springtime, which is reduced to its own essence and expresses the lengthening, the warming, the gradual unfolding of its days in the progressive fermentation, no longer, now, of an impure soil, but of a blue and virginal water, springlike without bud or blossom, which could answer the call of May only by the gleaming facets fashioned and polished by May, harmonising exactly with it in the radiant, unalterable nakedness of its dusky sapphire. Likewise, too, no more than the seasons to its flowerless creeks, do modern times bring any change to the Gothic city; I knew it, even if I could not imagine it, or rather, imagining it, this was what I longed for with the same desire which long ago, when I was a boy, in the very ardour of departure, had broken and robbed me of the strength to make the journey: to find myself face to face with my Venetian imaginings, to observe how that divided sea enclosed in its meanderings, like the sinuosities of the ocean stream, and urbane and refined civilization, but one that, isolated by their azure girdle, had evolved independently, had had its own schools of painting and architecture, to admire that fabulous garden of fruits and birds in coloured stone, flowering in the midst of the sea which kept it refreshed, lapped the base of the columns with its tide, and, like a somber azure gaze watching in the shadows, kept patches of light perpetually flickering on the bold relief of the capitals.

It's easy to tell when a question is coming from a good place.

I walk around with my arms out straight in front of me and recite these cliches.

Recognize yourself in he and she who are not like you and me.

Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.

It was plain that he did not quite grasp where he was.

Because she told me you had undertaken to get her one.

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.

Then he seized the stone again and with one twist turned it back, so that it was in the same position again, though it stood a very little higher. But he scraped the earth about it and pressed it at the edges with his foot.

Then I saw another beast that rose out of the earth; it had two horns like a lamb and it spoke like a dragon. It exercises all the authority of the first beast on its behalf, and it makes the earth and its inhabitants worship the first beast, whose mortal wound had been healed. It performs great signs, even making fire come down from heaven to earth in the sight of all; and by the signs that it is allowed to perform on behalf of the beast, it deceives the inhabitants of earth, telling them to make an image for the beast that had been wounded by the sword, and yet lived; and it was allowed to give breath to the image of the beast so that the image of the beast could even speak and cause those who would not worship the image of the beast to be killed. Also it causes all, both small and great, both rich and poor, both free and slave, to be marked on the right hand or the forehead, so that no one can buy or sell who does not have the mark, that is, the name of the beast or the number of its name. This calls for wisdom: let anyone with understanding calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a person. Its number is six hundred sixty-six.

There are many laws but no one to carry out the old ones.

The moon will never lie to anyone. Be like the moon. No one hates the moon or wants to kill it. The moon does not take antidepressants and never gets sent to prison. The moon never shot a guy in the face and ran away. The moon has been around a long time and has never tried to rip anyone off. The moon does not care who you want to touch or what color you are. The moon treats everyone the same. The moon never tries to get in on the guest list or use your name to impress others. Be like the moon. When others insult or belittle in an attempt to elevate themselves, the moon sits passively and watches, never lowering itself to anything that weak. The moon is beautiful and bright. It needs no makeup to look beautiful. The moon never shoves clouds out of its way so it can be seen. The moon needs not fame or money to be powerful. The moon never asks you to go to war to defend it. Be like the moon.

Even without clothes, if that sort of thing rattled your saber.

Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.

They laugh at the law. The rich ones who buy it and twist it to their whims. The other ones, who have nothing to lose, who don't care about themselves, or other people. All the ones who think they're above the law, or outside it, or beyond it. They know all the law is good for is to keep good people in line. And they all laugh. They laugh at the law. But they don't laugh at me.

But the criteria at Levy Pants were very low. Promptness was sufficient excuse for promotion. Mr. Gonzalez became the office manager and took control of the few dispirited clerks under him. He could never really remember the names of his clerks and typists. They seemed, at times, to come and go almost daily, with the exception of Miss Trixie, the octogenarian assistant accountant, who had been copying figures inaccurately into the Levy ledgers for almost half a century. She even wore her green celluloid visor on her way to and from work, a gesture that Mr. Gonzalez interpreted as a symbol of loyalty to Levy Pants. On Sundays she sometimes wore the visor to church, mistaking it for a hat. She had even worn it to her brother's funeral, where it was ripped from her head by her more alert and slightly younger sister-in-law. Mrs. Levy, though, had issued orders that Miss Trixie was to be retained, no matter what. Mr. Gonzalez rubbed a rag over his desk and thought, as he did every morning at this time when the office was still chilly and deserted and the wharf rats played frenetic games among themselves within the walls, about the happiness that his association with Levy Pants had brought him. On the river the freighters gliding through the lifting mist bellowed at one another, the sound of their deep foghorns echoing among the rusting file cabinets in the office. Beside him the little heater popped and cracked as its parts grew warmer and expanded. He listened unconsciously to all the sounds that had begun his day for twenty years and lit the first of the ten cigarettes that he smoked every day. When he had smoked the cigarette down to its filter, he put it out and emptied the ashtray into the wastebasket. He always liked to impress Mr. Levy with the cleanliness of his desk. Next to his desk was Miss Trixie's rolltop desk. Old newspapers filled every half-opened drawer. Among the little spherical formations of lint under the desk a piece of cardboard had been wedged under one corner to make the desk level. In place of Miss Trixie, a brown paper bag filled with old pieces of material, and a ball of twine occupied the chair. Cigarette butts spilled out of the ashtray on the desk. This was a mystery which Mr. Gonzalez had never been able to solve, for Miss Trixie did not smoke. He had questioned her about this several times, but had never received a coherent answer. There was something magnetic about Miss Trixie's area. It attracted whatever refuse there was in the office, and whenever pens, eye-glasses, purses, or cigarette lighters were missing they could usually be found somewhere in her desk. Miss Trixie also hoarded all of the telephone books, which were stored in some cluttered drawer in her desk. Mr. Gonzalez was about to search Miss Trixie's area for his missing stamp pad when the door of the office opened and she shuffled in, scuffing her sneakers across the wooden floor. She had with her another paper bag that seemed to contain the same assortment of material and twine, aside from the stamp pad which was sticking out of the top of the bag. For two or three years Miss Trixie had been carrying these bags with her, sometimes accumulating three or four by the side of her desk, never disclosing their purpose or destination to anyone.

A conversationalist is just one who converses much.

When Mike had first reached Tina, she was screaming hysterically. Her whole left arm was bloody, covered with a profusion of small bites, each the size of a thumbprint. And there were flecks of sticky foam on her arm, like a foamy saliva.

His parotitic jowls flapped a little as he breathed.

I thought if I could make something so good, so pure, maybe I'm not a monster.

A girl is Arya Stark of Winterfell and I'm going home.

What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun? One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose. The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline.

Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

He was playing games, got you dancing in the middle of the club. Got you dancing in the middle of the club.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

One town's very like another when your head's down over your pieces, brother.

And he told us of his life in the land of submarines.

He would of course have to go by and wait till she went out again.

Even Evan Ingersoll looks quickly at his watch and clears his throat.

And the wraith on the heart monitor looks pensively down at Gately from upside-down and asks does Gately remember the myriad thespian extras on for example his beloved 'Cheers!,' not the center-stage Sam and Carla and Nom, but the nameless patrons always at tables, filling out the bar's crowd, concessions to realism, always relegated to back- and foreground; and always having utterly silent conversations: their faces would animate and mouths move realistically, but without sound; only the name-stars at the bar itself could audibilize. The wraith says these fractional actors, human scenery, could be seen (but not heard) in most pieces of filmed entertainment. And Gately remembers them, the extras in all public scenes, especially like bar and restaurant scenes, or rather remembers how he doesn't quite remember them, how it never struck his addled mind as in fact surreal that their mouths moved but nothing emerged, and what a miserable fucking bottom-rung job that must be for an actor, to be sort of human furniture, figurants the wraith says they're called, these surreally mute background presences whose presence really revealed that the camera, like any eye, has a perceptual corner, a triage of who's important enough to be seen and heard v. just seen. A term from ballet, originally, figurant, the wraith explains. The wraith pushes his glasses up in the vaguely snivelling way of a kid that's just got slapped around on the playground and says he personally spent the vast bulk of his own former animate life as pretty much a figurant, furniture at the periphery of the very eyes closest to him, it turned out, and that it's one heck of a crummy way to try to live. Gately, whose increasing self-pity leaves little room or patience for anybody else's self-pity, tries to lift his left hand and wiggle his pinkie to indicate the world's smallest viola playing the theme from The Sorrow and the Pity, but even moving his left arm makes him almost faint. And either the wraith is saying or Gately is realizing that you can't appreciate the dramatic pathos of a figurant until you realize how completely trapped and encaged he is in his mute peripheral status, because like say for example if one of 'Cheers!' 's bar's figurants suddenly decided he couldn't take it any more and stood up and started shouting and gesturing around wildly in a bid for attention and nonperipheral status on the show, Gately realizes, all that would happen is that one of the audibilizing 'name' stars of the show would bolt over from stagecenter and apply restraints or the Heineken Maneuver or CPR, figuring the silent gesturing figurant was choking on a beer-nut or something, and that then the whole rest of that episode of 'Cheers!' would be about jokes about the name star's life-saving heroics, or else his fuck-up in applying the Heineken Maneuver to somebody who wasn't choking on a nut. No way for a figurant to win. No possible voice or focus for the encaged figurant.

What with microwaves oscillating all over, inside.

The box is there for a reason. I like thinking inside of it; I feel safe in there.

Said the way he heard it you could fight like you was born in a barfight.

Even lessons learned the hard way are lessons learned.

Whether we realize it or not, the culture in which we live, and with which we identify, powerfully shapes just about every aspect of our being.

My motto is if you want to win the lottery you've got to make money to buy a ticket.

Leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.

She never sees that in his quote careless way he actually really touched whatever he touched as if it were part of him.

You know not a day passes now without some new fashion.

He had thought he needed to use the bathroom but was unable to.

He asked him to tell them how and where he got his wound.

As he leaned over to pick up the desk, he felt a hand jab roughly between his thighs and another hand grab his hair.

The ticket seemed to recede into a violet mist and then move back up.

You let me room with you because you feel sorry for me.

He imagined her bosses and coworkers all tiptoeing around Purchasing whispering to each other to not wake her up.

The beginning of dawn looked like moonlight through the snow.

Sometimes, to love someone, you gotta be a stranger.

That's the sort of man he is, if you care to know.

Turns out all we needed was a little more of this. You just gestured to all of me.

And it is just the same with the other parts above mentioned.

Chaos theory originally grew out of attempts to make computer models of weather in the 1960s.

She could feel her pulse in the eye the pole had hit.

Dounia was at once asked to give lessons in several families, but she refused. All of a sudden everyone began to treat her with marked respect and all this did much to bring about the event by which, one may say, our whole fortunes are now transformed. You must know, dear Rodya, that Dounia has a suitor and that she has already consented to marry him. I hasten to tell you all about the matter, and though it has been arranged without asking your consent, I think you will not be aggrieved with me or with your sister on that account, for you will see that we could not wait and put off our decision till we heard from you.

Then war broke out in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angel fought back. But he was not strong enough, and they lost their place in heaven. The great dragon was hurled down - that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan, who leads the whole world astray. He was hurled to the earth, and his angels with him.

I know that she too may love you and perhaps does love you already.

You speak in abbreviations because real life conversation moves too slowly. You're the media's creation, yeah, your free will has been taken and you don't know.

It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration.

A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth. Then another sign appeared in heaven: an enormous red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns on its heads. Its tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky and flung them to the earth. The dragon stood in front of the woman who was about to give birth, so that it might devour her child the moment he was born. She gave gave birth to a son, a male child, who "will rule all the nations with an iron scepter." And her child was snatched up to God and to his throne. The woman fled into the wilderness to a place prepared for her by God, where she might be taken care of for 1,260 days.

Michael Pemulis, who can stand about ten seconds of communal silence tops, clear his throat deeply and sends a loogie up and back into the sink behind him.

The past is now part of my future, the present is well out of hand.

What if I were to tell you that you could make this picture for nothing, win an Oscar, and gross a hundred million dollars? Is that something you might be interested in?

It is in such moments of crisis that a man's real character is revealed. The veneer of manners and sophistication which enabled him to bluff his way in the civilized world is of no avail to him now.

I was there all the time giving orders and had only just left.

He read awhile and then put out his candle, but relit it.

Some people, from what I've seen, Boo, when they lie, they become very still and centered and their gaze very concentrated and intense.

And when the wind hit certain angles in the mountainside it moaned.

The beginning of dawn looked like moonlight through the snow.

It seemed as though there were no "consecrated things" for those young men. Marius heard singular propositions on every sort of subject, which embarrassed his still timid mind.

And another thing that was of special interest to you was your own sock.

Not one of these young men articulated the word: The Emperor.

His mass said, he broke his fast on rye bread dipped in the milk of his own cows.

He imagined her bosses and coworkers all tiptoeing around Purchasing whispering to each other to not wake her up.

Had she ceased to feel as though her life had meaning to it.

Crowded in among his pocket's pens was the rubber head of a diagnostic plexor.

She needed somebody chivalrous to pick her up and carry her and lay her back down 24/7/365, it seemed like.

Hal has no idea why this is, or whence, this obsession with the secrecy of it.

All the plants out here are malevolent, heavy and sharp.

He had thought he needed to use the bathroom but was unable to.

He could not remember the color of this new last and final bong.

Said the way he heard it you could fight like you was born in a barfight.

He dreams he looks in a mirror and sees nothing and keeps trying to clean the mirror with his sleeve.

I began to decline around what should have been puberty.

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The ticket seemed to recede into a violet mist and then move back up.

Everything is part of the problem, and there is no solution.

The young players, they have the advantage in psyche, also.

For then you awaken to the fact that you are loved for winning only.

The celebrity, money, sexual behaviors, drugs and substances.

He'd probably now describe his desire to win as a preference, nothing more.

I used to have another flask like this, smaller, a rather more cunning silver flask, in the glove compartment of my Montclair.

He was trying to think how to articulate some reasonable form of a question like: But then how does this surrender-the-personal-individual-wants-to-the-larger-State-orbeloved-tree-or-something stuff work in a deliberately individual sport like competitive junior tennis, where it's just you v.

Certain players are singled out for special mention or humiliation. Then more wind sprints.

Marathe was able to refresh himself without quite sleeping. It was not a state of fugue or neural relaxation, but a type of detachment.

Absolute potential, sitting there potentially absolute in your big pale slender girlish hand so young its thumb's unwrinkled at the joint.

Grab this racquet and move gracefully and feelingly over there and kill that widow for me, young sir Jim.

Today you are starting, and within a very few years I know all too well you will be able to beat me out there, and on the day you first beat me I may well weep.

She never sees that in his quote careless way he actually really touched whatever he touched as if it were part of him.

The faces are the worst, maybe, most red and shiny, some still deep-peeling from three straight weeks of outdoor tournaments in August-September.

Michael Pemulis, who can stand about ten seconds of communal silence tops, clear his throat deeply and sends a loogie up and back into the sink behind him.

The expression on the hamsters' whiskered faces is businesslike and implacable - it's that implacable-herd expression.

People turned out so identical in certain root domestic particulars it made Gately feel strange sometimes, like he was in possession of certain overlarge private facts to which no man should be entitled.

He could say his friends had given him their money and were now anxious and exerting pressure, calling and bothering him.

Please learn the pragmatics of expressing fear: sometimes words that seem to express really invoke.

He's one of the token females, his beak blunter and wings' red nongarish.

Even without clothes, if that sort of thing rattled your saber.

Even Evan Ingersoll looks quickly at his watch and clears his throat.

Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease. But, as yet we have not to do with such an one, but with quite another; and still a man, who, if indeed peculiar, it only results again from another phase of the Quaker, modified by individual circumstances.

I was there all the time giving orders and had only just left.

But savages are strange beings; at times you do not know exactly how to take them. At first they are overawing; their calm self-collectedness of simplicity seems a Socratic wisdom. I had noticed also that Queequeg never consorted at all, or but very little, with the other seamen in the inn. He made no advances whatever; appeared to have no desire to enlarge the circle of his acquaintances. All this struck me as mighty singular; yet, upon second thoughts, there was something almost sublime in it.

Admit that more irritating news than yours could not have been conceived.

There are many laws but no one to carry out the old ones.

Never, never had she felt anything like this. Dimly and unconsciously a whole new world was opening before her. She remembered suddenly that Raskolnikov meant to come to her that day, perhaps at once!

In what a disgraceful light might it not strike so vain a man! It might seem as if she had purposely thrown herself in his way again! Oh! why did she come? or, why did he thus come a day before he was expected? Had they been only ten minutes sooner, they should have been beyond the reach of his discrimination; for it was plain that he was that moment arrived, that moment alighted from his horse or his carriage. She blushed again and again over the perverseness of the meeting. And his behaviour, so strikingly altered, - what could it mean?

A plague on your humours and the humours of those you take after!

And it is just the same with the other parts above mentioned.

She was at the bottom of the staircase and stopped short a step above him. A dim light came in from the yard.

The two girls had been whispering to each other during the whole visit; and the result of it was, that the youngest should tax Mr. Bingley with having promised on his first coming into the country to give a ball at Netherfield.

This was the end of all three, an end that came of a thoughtless beginning.

The wounds to my pride and self-respect still haven't healed.

It was evident that she had not intended her flight to bring her so far.

He read awhile and then put out his candle, but relit it.

Love is a beautiful thing. When you find it, the whole world smells like daffodil daydream.

Tell them the North remembers. Tell them winter came for House Frey.