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I should like to be a periwinkle," said he, mysteriously, "on the top of a valley, and sing tooralloo-ralloo."
This was clearly too obscure, so I turned again to Coglan.
Malina looked incredulous. "Are you anything more than a Druid?"
"Of course I am. I own this shop and I play a mean game of chess, and I've been told that I'm a frakkin' Cylon."
"What's a frakkin' Cylon?"
"I don't know, but it sounds really scary when you say it with a Polish Accent.
Loeanneth, so greedy and bold. She wondered
WindClan territory
up yonder in the guzzling Germans' land,
India Lima Yankee
coltish-looking,
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.
To make matters worse, Linda, it appears, is madly in love with a monster of a Scotsman, who came to dinner last night in his kilt. Those hairy old knees decided us. "The Mountains I can bear," said Loudie. "Natives in the semi-nude at dinner time is another matter. I leave tomorrow.
LL's a laughing stock, cause I bit that ass to the last stop. I watched you fall like Hitler fell, and now your down to a broken L.
Yours most sincerely,
Peter Van Houten
c/o Lidewij Vliegnthart
"WHAT?!" I shouted aloud. "WHAT IS THIS LIFE?
Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name.
a Nean derthal with a badge.
I have the name for the best likker from here to hell and back.
You're going to make me L-word you.
Ngari-ngari - literally
Geliebten Lakaien are once again here with us. Lisa, Heddy, Henrietta, Peter, and Jean Pierre,
AHA!" screamed a voice from overhead ... Peeves was hanging upside down from a chandelier and grinning maliciously at them.
"Potty asked Loony to go to the party! Potty lurves Loony! Potty luuuuurves Looooooony!"
And he zoomed away, cackling and shrieking, "Potty loves Loony!
Focus on the squadron, Naasir. I will take care of Lijuan.
hi lisen to the sound of music
My name is Llian. I've come to save you."
Said to Karan just before Llian falls flat on his face in front of her.
NI!
Oh no! Not ni!
We Got Llamas!" Odd words to see in neon.
She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
In 1913, the noted German actor and director Paul Wegener was making a film in Prague when he heard the legend of Rabbi Loew, who created a golem to protect the inhabitants of the Prague ghetto from persecution.
Oh, my Lolita, I have only words to play with!
Lobola ("bride price") is a retired broke father's last hope to paying off his debts.
I thought the whole world was like Lorain.
One day, Lorna, I will dance this waltz with you again.
ludic: cigarette
(Hungarian ... ) the only tongue the devil respects
Maruman does not loll.
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.
Aoibheann ("Who on earth could pronounce that?
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Are you lishening, my pretty vermin, are you lishening?
A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else.
I eat too much. I drink to much. A greedy selfish such-n-such. But when I wrap my turban on my mind is clear, I'm 'Baba Lon'.
I don't know what the word is in Austrian.
Don't be lasagna
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
I'm a Yente and I have a terrible accent.
I love you, Lina.
SkyClan is growing.
I'm ashamed to be German.
Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
Our town was christened Buyan, after the legend of a Slavic island that appeared, and disappeared, at will. That would later seem an eerie, and disconcerting, premonition.
Tell me bout this caveman with the clam moustache been barkin speeches all over Germany.
Reading Alan Zweibel makes me laugh out loud. And yet it is not a particularly funny name.
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe, catch a killer by the toe. If his lawyer's Haller, let him go. Eenie, meenie, minie, moe. Hey bro.
Little Miss Bauer sat in her tower, eating a burger and fries. Along came a spider who sat down beside her and said "I prefer zee French flies.
Belgian stranger - all
Are you going to wolf out and eat me now?"
"Certainly not, you'd be stringy and hard to digest."
"But kosher."
"I'll be sure to point any Jewish lycanthropes in your direction.
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.
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
am Slinklebert Petrovius Mordechai Smythe, but everyone calls me Slinky, mainly because nobody can ever figure out how to say my name properly.
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?
She always called him Luca, in the Italian manner, and said it with that funny trans-European intonation, the accent oddly placed on the first syllable: 'Where's Loo-ka?', just like Audrey Hepburn saying, 'Take the pic-ture,' in Funny Face.
I will always find you, too, Lorcan.
I am in an undisclosed location. I call it . . . the Laaaair." "The Lair?" Steve said, laughing. "Hey, every Evil Overlord has to have a lair," Tyler said. "I couldn't find a volcano next to a piranha pit but it's close . . .
Wotan of Walhalla,
Yet I understood the poetry of such mind games one day when, attempting to ask for my glasses (lunettes), I was asked what I wanted to do with the moon (lune).
PLEEZ BE QUITE IN THE LIBERY PEPLE R TRYING TO GET HI!
Herald Loomis, you shining! You shining like new money!
Siarad Cymraeg?" said Old Shacob.
"He wants to know if you speak Welsh," said the surveyor.
"NO!" yelled the official at the old man before him.
"Tamn it all; his language, man!" shouted Dan. "What you expect in Wales - Chinese, or what?!
German? I don't know what that means ... we don't say that in America
We need no language to laugh
a sour lozenge on my tongue.
He says I am from there, I am from here, but I am neither there nor here. I have two names which meet and part ... I have two languages, but I have long forgotten - which is the language of my dreams
It's going to be legen ... wait for it ... and I hope you're not lactose-intolerant cause the second half of that word is ... dairy!
The pig says oink.
Guilliame came to talk to him, since they were the same rank.
'Lamen. That's an unusual name.'
'It's Patran,' said Damen.
'You speak very good Akielon,' he said, loudly and slowly.
'Thank you,' said Damen.
pretty girl the German had danced with in a Cretan tavern during the Occupation was actually Xan in disguise.
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
Kanan is a big road through the Santa Monica Mountains. Between mid-March and mid-April, when you get over to the western side of the mountains, it's populated by Spanish broom - this beautiful, yellow, flowering weed that smells the way I imagine it smells along the Yellow Brick Road.
Morni<>ng>ngng> sun fills the house, creamy as lemon chiffon, lighti<>ng>ngng> the insides of cupboards and empty closets and clean, bare floors.
Ulick Norman Owen - Una Nancy Owen - each time, that is to say, U. N. Owen. Or by a slight stretch of fancy, UNKNOWN!
Lauren "Lo" Howard, proud graduate of Howard University where she majored in integrated marketing and minored in business administration. What was she now? Almost a convicted felon. Lo
If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is poontang.
Loomis waved a hand and a squiggly trail of smoke followed like a magic wand. Loomis had a captivating subtlety and charm and was capable of more tricks than a sage in Pharaoh's court.
Who are you? What do you want?" The black-clad man drew himself up arrogantly. "Once I was called Elan Morin Tedronai, but now - " "Betrayer of Hope.
Every single laundromat, grocery store, everything is called 'Lupita' in Mexico.
Artemis simple-toon
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
Life in this village is like that of a louse hanging on to a wrinkle in a loincloth.
I am Alvarr sen Danyd, and I call you in Teganne's name. I need you. Come!
Lycans are human.
For the first time in a damn long while, Lorcan had no words for what he saw.
Fainali, xen, aafte sam 20 iers ov orxogrefkl riform, wi wud hev a lojikl, kohirnt speling in ius xrewawt xe Ingliy-spiking werld.
No, no," Arnie says. "Fondle--fondle is to touch. Everything sounds Yiddish to you. Far-fetched, far-flung..." "Farflung is Yiddish." "No," Arnie says, "it's not.
Hoorah, all things lycanthropic.
Irish as a Paddy's pig.
What made somethi<>ng>ngng> precious? Losi<>ng>ngng> it and findi<>ng>ngng> it.
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
Lorth spoke a word and came into focus, though he had learned from experience that his features, the ghost-pale skin of a Northman with the gold-green eyes of a wolf, were almost as unnerving to a Tarthian as the shadowy form of a cloaking spell.
And Loplop, bird superior, has transformed himself into flesh without flesh and will dwell among us ...
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!
Elbryn smiled. "You know, you never told me your name," he said, looking at her fondly.
"No," Holonie answered simply, "I did not."
Elbryn stared at her, his eyes suddenly weary, and Holonie heard the exasperated thought on the surface of his mind, Elves. "Fair enough," he said aloud.