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Who will wear a shoe that hurts him, because the shoe-maker tells him 'tis well made?
A huge meringue with polio who drives everywhere in a beautifully restored Hillman Imp.
Dont you know... I'm the boggyman."-St. Dane
The overman ... Who has organized the chaos of his passions, given style to his character, and become creative. Aware of life's terrors, he affirms life without resentment.
What is a man if he is not a thief who openly charges as much as he can for the goods he sells?
A careful inspection showed them that, even if they succeeded in righting it by themselves, the cart would travel no longer. The axles were in a hopeless state, and the missing wheel was shattered into pieces.
Road and find this mystery man, nothing can stop him - not hunger, not cops, not vampires, not even Herman E. Calloway himself. A crackerjack
Spiderman can climb walls and he's got a cool outfit.
The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.
Plans can be like a winged horse, but their execution plods along pulling carts.
I'll give you caveman.
What are we doing?" Simon asked as they followed the cart across the castle's bailey and into London. "We're following yon wagon," Sin answered. "Why?" "Because it is in front of us." "Well, that certainly answers that. 'Twould be difficult to follow the cart if it were behind us."
-Simon & Sin
Dickon, and Dickon brought his tame animals, and, if you'll credit it, sir, out of doors he
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
His shadow stretched out across the asphalt, a man on his way to make good an old wrong, his shadow, the dark doppelganger with stilts for legs, sliced in two by the streetcar tracks.
Revenge of the Giant Grill Man.
Man, the mask of God,
The wheels of justice - they're square wheels.
Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?
The boy, a ten-year-old copy of the man...
Coinman lets out another legendary explosive from his hindquarters!
In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.
Everyone knew the Hans Christian Andersen fairytale about the Sandman and how he brought sweet dreams to sleepers. An early, now-defunct Reve company had even used him as their mascot. But that's all the Sandman had been - a mascot. A little grinning elf holding an hourglass.
Jesus H. Christ on a chariot-driven crutch.
How did you kill the Ashman in the forest last year?"
"I shot him with an arrow."
"What kind of arrow?"
"A sharp one."
Nate rolled his eyes. "Really, dude? A sharp one?
Lunar. Cyborg. Fugitive. Outlaw. Outcast.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
I will teach men the meaning of their existence: the Superman, the lightning out of the dark cloud- man.
I'm Barrow. Shade Barrow. And you better not get me killed.
Don't worry, goat boy. The milkman is dead.
Apparently I am pushing a jinx about the streets. I am certain that I can do better with some other wagon. A new cart, a new start.
Adventures of Lailah Gifty Akita, the wonder woman!
Keith Knight is mapping out a previously unknown vector of the vast cartoon universe.
I TEACH YOU THE SUPERMAN. Man is something that is to be surpassed. What have ye done to surpass man? All
I'm not your Dolly anymore
His name was Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged. He was a man with a purpose. Not a very good purpose, as he would have been the first to admit, but it was at least a purpose and it did keep him on the move.
Mmm, carry me."
I laughed, reaching for my sweatpants. "I carry girls, boys, and women, not fully grown capable men."
"Slacker." He grinned, shoving me.
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
The mastermind, the man with the plan
He was the other man, the other face, the hardcase, the dark man, the Walkin Dude, and his rundown bootheels clocked along the perfumed ways of the summer night.
The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.
He robs everyone
I wanna have a full cart of groceries, and I wanna say to the guy in front of me with only two items: 'Mind if I go ahead of you?
Jem, I ain't ever heard of a nigger snowman, I said.
David Copperfield.
He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.
Me, Tarzan. You, Jane. I kill bad guy. Beat chest. Tarzan howl.
He walks through your future, but he's in the past as well. He's always in shadows, never in the light. And though he's dangerous, the shadowed man doesn't pose a threat to you.
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman - Spell It Or He'll Swing!
Not a superman who stumbles, but an ape with makeshift manners in whose nickel-plated jungles roam mechanical bananas.
The stubborn fool is walking now, and even challenged Robin to a sparring match this afternoon. I stopped them, of course, though Robin was only too happy to fight him, the idiot.
Toys "R" Us. Zack put on a wool cap and sunglasses.
"You look like a bank robber," I observed.
"No toy is safe.
Wise man and river; they both create new paths!
Hi, this is Ganymede, cup-bearer to Zeus, and when I'm out buying wine for the Lord of the Skies, I always buckle up!
There exists no more repulsive and desolate creature in the world than the man who has evaded his genius and who now looks furtively to left and right, behind him and all about him ... He is wholly exterior, without kernel, a tattered, painted bag of clothes.
Why would anyone steal a shopping cart? It's like stealing a two-year-old.
Others wonder, if the Bogey isn't wearing his pants, who is?
He's the meat in the meat locker. The wrecking ball at the end of a crane's chain. The seawall that stands between the ocean and the shore. Big. Bald. Beaten down.
What are you looking at?" I asked ...
"City slicker. What are you looking at?"
"A stupid wookie man-bear-pig who doesn't know how to mind his own business.
No one likes a straight road but the man who pays for it, or who, when he travels, is brute enough to wish to get to his journey's end.
I would like it if four people did a cartwheel all at once ... so I can make a cart.
The man who can't do most things and won't do the rest
The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate.
Carter-headed chicken.
As a child, I could bike down the hill from my house and grab an ice-cold bottle of soda from the neighborhood grocer, which was nothing more than a corrugated metal shack run by two Indian men clad in sarongs.
sales guy at the dollar
Jackson Rathbone - he is a prankster. Constantly scaring people from behind, stuff like that.
A man is a little soul carrying around a courpse.
What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
Tell me who you walk with, and I'll tell you who you are.
If CART continues on, it's just going to drag all of open-wheel racing down.
Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm a shabti, of course!" The figurine rubbed his dented head. He still looked quite lumpish, only now he was a living lump. "Master calls me Doughboy, though I find the name insulting. You may call me Supreme-Force-Who-Crushes-His-Enemies!
Famous Shoes knew the young ranger was scared. Nothing was easier to detect in a man than fear. It showed even in the way he fumbled with his cup while drinking coffee; and it was normal that he would be afraid. He didn't know where he was,
I'm the clown you take out of the box and wind up when you need a good laugh. And then, when you're done with me, I go back in my box.
crocogator." She
Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking.
Who're you supposed to be, Creflo Dollar's Mini-Me?
Thirty spokes
Share one hub.
Make the nothing therein appropriate, and you will have the use of the cart.
Mr. Invisible Baggins
A ridiculous-looking little man. The sort of little man one could never take seriously.
Mr. Oklahoma Sex on Wheels
A man who was, as we say in the restaurant business, one taco short of a combo platter.
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
Man with the Muckrake
As we make our way around the supermarket, I load in the essentials and Jesse loads in a dozen jars of peanut butter, a few jars of chocolate spread and a several cans of squirty cream.
The Black Pirate,
The motorcycle black madonna Two wheeled gypsy queen.
There'll always be a McQueen woman. She's strong, powerful & when she puts a McQueen jacket on, she feels different.
What contemptible scoundrel stole the cork from my lunch?
The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten.
Why and earth should an unshaven young man in a track suit be carrying a basket of oranges and yesterday's newspaper? The whole boat must of noticed him!
Man, an animal that makes bargains.
At every crossroad, be prepared to bump into wonder.
He hands me his shopping list and I lead him through the store in search of the items. Duct tape? Plastic wrap? A hacksaw? Who is this guy, Dexter?
That man," Carol said. "The thin man at Gordon's will reading, with the ridiculous name. He's involved in this, isn't he?"
"Skulduggery Pleasant," Valkyrie nodded. "And yes, he is.