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Clutter is stuck energy. The word "clutter" derives from the Middle English word "clotter," which means to coagulate - and that's about as stuck as you can get.
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
Ove stomped forward. The cat stood up. Ove stopped. They stood there measuring up to each other for a few moments, like two potential troublemakers in a small-town bar. Ove considered throwing one of his clogs at it. The cat looked as if it regretted not bringing its own clogs to lob back.
A guy named Otto Sayas - I would give anything to have a name that was a palindrome - knocks
What goes click ninety-nine times and clack once? A centipede with a clubfoot.
Cletus's middle name wasn't "Evasive", but it should have been. Another
Quite definitely a Bingley
It's gonna be a slobberknocker!
Arthur Clennam came to a squeezed house, with a ramshackle bowed front, little dingy windows, and a little dark area like a damp waistcoat-pocket, which he found to be number twenty-four, Mews Street, Grosvenor Square.
Nancy clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that is the definition of a lady.
Clem tried to marshal his meaning to his tongue,
One day she told the class, 'Nancy Clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that's one definition of a lady.'
my friend Ronald. He's a hunstman who lives in my letterbox.
Clem didn't seem to have whatever ability it was that let other people "just tell," and it felt as if there was an entire world of communication going on at a pitch he couldn't hear. Not
He (Hoyt Wilhelm) had the best knuckleball you'd ever want to see. He knew where it was going when he threw it, but when he got two strikes on you, he'd break out one that even he didn't know where it was going.
May "the Meatball" Wexler.
HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit
A distinctly ordinary player of extraordinary dirtiness.
I met Claxton on the set of The Cincinnati Kid.
During several centuries Clochemerle, far from the cities and trade routes, had lived in stillness and isolation. But now, at last, the clamour of the great world was crossing the invisible barrier, bringing doubts, temptations, and discontents.
Albert tin. Why're
I'm playing like Eric Dampier.
The name's Clem Williamson Snide. I am a private asshole.
hospital johnny.
All I'm doing is carrying you around, and making a fool of myself. I'm useless. I'm not helping anyone.'
'Clove Sutcliffe, you are doing things no human has ever done before. You are groundbreaking. You are unique. Do not cease to function due to inappropriate emotional weakness.
What writes worse than a Theodore Dreiser? ... Two Theodore Dreisers.
Who are you, Lucy Snowe?
am Slinklebert Petrovius Mordechai Smythe, but everyone calls me Slinky, mainly because nobody can ever figure out how to say my name properly.
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
Definitely not a Gertrude.
You'd have to think that if he'd been around today, Rod Laver would have been Rod Laver.
Towards that small and ghostly hour, [Mr. Cruncher] rose up from his chair, took a key out of his pocket, opened a locked cupboard, and brought forth a sack, a crowbar of convenient size, a rope and chain, and other fishing tackle of that nature.
Cathy Clamp is a visionary author, creating new worlds that are both strong and vividly drawn. Adventure and excitement at its best.
Christ, don't you ever knock?
It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?
I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.
I had a cat called Dizz, after Dizzy Gillespie.
As they say, when a man begins to have bad luck, even clabber can break his head.
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
Beate the dog before the Lyon.
It answers to the name of Henry, but you can call it Library Boy.
My older brother, Lucas, is twenty and away at college."
"Those are pretty normal names."
"Normal?"
"No Chets or Wellingtons or anything."
He raises one eyebrow. "Do you know any Wellingtons?"
"Of course not, but you probably do."
"No, actually I don't.
I'm a finesse pitcher without the finesse.
Scottie and I walk down the hall. Her T-shirt says MRS. CLOONEY,
Daniel in the den; a champion in the den
hi my name is luke, it rhymes with puke!
(Dylan air - gross)
One of the great autoharpists and folksingers of our times.
And there's Ray Clemence looking as cool as ever out in the cold.
What's the handle, Zock?
Roberta Marieschi
A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude.
-Clary, pg.243-
Perry Johansson.
Tell me bout this caveman with the clam moustache been barkin speeches all over Germany.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Professor Branestawm
I spot a small cleft on his chin that should be awarded with a whole new set of definitions and adjectives.
Binkie, the one and only. He can hear her rings clacking on the plastic phone, and he chuckles, envisioning with amusement the bejeweled and suntanned manicured grip his grandmother thinks she has on his balls. And she does.
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
Kilgore Trout owned a parakeet named Bill. Like Dwayne Hoover, Trout was all alone at night, except for his pet. Trout, too, talked to his pet. But while Dwayne babbled to his Labrador retriever about love, Trout sneered and muttered to his parakeet about the end of the world.
crocogator." She
Sergeant Stephan Schneider
A brief silence followed, during which the reality of my present situation crashed over me.
I was alone. I was alone with Cletus Winston. I was alone with Cletus Winston and no one knew where I was.
Oh. Shit.
Conjurer: Oh, I don't mind anyone knowing everything, Miss Carleon. There is something that is much more important than knowing how a thing is done.
Morris: And what's that?
Conjurer: Knowing how to do it.
My brother had never been the most rational of agents, but this one was the ill zinger.
He's the turd that won't flush, as Strike put it to Lucy,
Allow me to take a moment to express my appreciation for Cletus Winston and his entrances.
Prodigies! Geniuses! Artists! The lumer-lumpen are some of the most sensitive, the most brilliant, the wisest creatures on the earth or inside of it. There is more wisdom in the head of a lumpen than you will find in all the libraries of the world ... If only they could speak ...
Sir McHotpants Von Grabby Hands
Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
Vitaly owns half a carton of Lucky Strikes, an electric guitar, and a hangover
It must have been a snapper
Willy Lazeer is an acquaintance. His teeth and his feet hurt. He hates the climate, the Power Squadron, the government and his wife. The vast load of hate has left him numbed rather than bitter. In appearance, it is as though somebody bleached Sinatra, skinned him, and made Willy wear him.
Fezzik's in trouble, bubble bubble,
His brain is just not in the pink,
His mind is rubble, rub-a-dub double,
Because everyone needs him to think.
Pinner. "'Thank you very much,' said he; 'I fear that I underrated the difficulty of the task. This list will be of very material assistance to me.' "'It took some time,' said I.
There's Adam Clymer, major league asshole from The New York Times.
Westside Hochdeutsch mafia, biggest of the big, construction, savings and loans, untaxed billions stashed under an Alp someplace, technically Jewish but wants to be a Nazi, becomes exercised often to the point of violence at those who forget to spell his name with two n's. What's he to you?
How are you feeling?"
"Like someone massaged me with a cheese grater."
-Clary & Simon, pg.297-
Salinger, Plath, Toole, the literature of choice for the brooding outcast.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
Move over, Wimpy Kid - RAFE K. has arrived!
He that has a great nose, thinks everybody is speaking of it.
Dr. Lecter took off Krendler's runner's headband as you would remove the rubber band from a tin of caviar.
Every couple of years or so, when Daniel Clowes releases a new book, one can almost sense the rectal contraction across the collective seat of our humble profession.
Large Professor, none greater none fresher,
Won't fold under pressure ... grew up down the road from Fran Drescher.
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
sand-bar, sorrowful
Bruckner he is my man!
I have the name for the best likker from here to hell and back.
I'm covered with loser dust.
Denny and McDaniel go into the percussion room and grab a bizarre metal contraption. Denny lifts it over his head and I give him a strange look, to which he responds like I'm a five year old, "Carr-i-er.
Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge.
wreck but Trot Nixon's fair ball nestled in his glove.
A gripper of a read ... Silence revives the cliff's-edge drama of those Jazz age climbs and drives home the tragedy of Mallory's death.
Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.
So I dipped into my childhood and came up with Nicky Deuce. I wanted him to get into a lot of mischief, like the time I taped a fork to a broom handle and cattle-rustled a steak off the barbecue of the next-door neighbor.
And I may now avow, Mr Clennam,' said he, with a cordial shake of the hand, 'that if I had looked high and low for a partner, I believe I could not have found one more to my mind.' 'I say the same,' said Clennam. 'And
killer inside me
Clevinger had a mind, and Lieutenant Scheisskoph had noticed that people with minds tended to get pretty smart at times.
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
Mr. Bingley, and he was looked at with