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Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
What kind of maggot grows in the corpse of a day?
a black granite cube containing only the character mu
'Mullygrubber' is an Australian term which means something that creeps along the ground; it's like a little grub.
Muscat is like a mind-altering drug. A stroll in its streets is like getting drunk for the first time
Think of brilliant trickster Vik Muniz as the offspring of Man Ray and Jacques Henri Lartigue, combining the former's relentless experimentation, the latter's effortless wit, and their mutual inventiveness in work that defies category.
McNasty. "Is that enough?" "Not
Queen Morgause," said Gwenever thoughtfully, "must have been a strange person.
prestidigitator,
Muzeul Gustave Moreau,
Mordovian prisoners are afraid of their own shadows. They are completely terrified.
In all of her immortal life, Morweena had never felt so alone, helpless or weak. So scared.
Isaac Rothe, Matthias
Mahlke couldn't joke. He sometimes tried. But everything he did, touched or said, became solemn, significant, monumental;
Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.
[Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]
Tania, last time in Morozovo, I let you go, but not this time. This time we live together or we die together.
Like a human being, the mountain is a composite creature, only to be known after many a view from many a different point, and repaying this loving study, if it is anything of a mountain at all, by a gradual revelation of personality, an increase of significance ...
Please sir, eat the nuts that are here for you. - Melamie Masters
A sharp character - no youth as I feared - a Faubourg Marigny type, Mediterranean, big-nosed, lumpy-jawed, a single stitched-in wrinkle over his eyebrows from just above which there springs up a great pompadour of wiry bronze hair. His face aches with it. He has no use for me at all.
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born.
[Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]
When a man is tired of Ankh-Morpork, he is tired of ankle-deep slurry.
I am the one rich thing that morn
Leaves for the ardent noon to win;
Grasp me not, I have a thorn,
But bend and take my being in.
On a snowy winter morning, Martise of Neith - once of Asher - opened a gate and awakened darkness.
Only the light from your heart can see the beauty of magnificent morn.
I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.
Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
The rooftops of Ankh-Morpork sprouted a fine array of gargoyles even in normal times, but now they were alive with as ghastly an array of faces as ever were seen outside a woodcut about the evils of gin-drinking among the non-woodcut-buying classes.
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.
Marrakesh is translated from the words Mur N'Akush in the Berber language meaning "Land of God.
Easy there, Smurfette.
What's your name?" Scapegrace asked.
"Gerald," said the man.
Scapegrace pondered. Gerald the zombie just didn't have that fear-inducing ring to it. "I'm going to call you Thrasher," he said.
Our magistrates discharge their duties best at the beginning; and fall off toward the end.
[Lat., Initia magistratuum nostrorum meliora, ferme finis inclinat.]
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Pharoahe Monch is like an eloquent linguistics professor moonlighting as a rhyme serial killer terrorist, challenging the listeners' I.Q. while daring him or her to keep up.
Master of the Dark Shadow. For I also, Niniel, had my darkness, in which dear things were lost; but now I have overcome it, I deem.
In Town VIII. Monseigneur in the Country IX. The Gorgon's Head X. Two Promises XI. A Companion Picture
What in Urza's nameUrza-- Ari Marmell
Daryl, de The Walking Dead, y Mike, de Breaking Bad
Manassa naught,
a padded white envelope
with no return address,
landlocked and antiseptic,
exploited like a gas station.
Beauty
passes through in the briefest of cameos.
am Slinklebert Petrovius Mordechai Smythe, but everyone calls me Slinky, mainly because nobody can ever figure out how to say my name properly.
Marlys was a sturdy woman in her fifties, white curls clinging to her scalp like vanilla frosting. She wore rimless glasses, a homemade red-checked gingham dress, and low-topped Nikes. Short-nosed and pale, she had a small pink mouth that habitually pursed in thought, or disapproval.
Fluke me, Murdstone.
Dukhoborcheskaya
Semmelweis reflex. They
We've seen firsthand the footprints of the Mordant's treachery.
Mellingey Stream
A tight fear, like a fishing line, hooked upon something that must, inevitably, be dragged from the depths. (Margret)
What power could bruise the sky? Melliel
Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cucc.
Groweth sed, and bloweth med,
And springth the wude nu,
Sing cuccu!
It shall be a duty and a pleasing sport to wander with Momus beneath the tropic stars where Melpomene once stalked austere.
If one does die taking these drugs, the death is likely to be very peaceful. Morphia is, after all, the goddess of dreams.
I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
Mortui vivis docent - the dead teach the living.
Gods, Annwyl. What's wrong?" Morfyd demanded.
Green eyes turned to them and Annwyl sneered, "Nothing. I just wanted the two of you to shut up. You're going to make us look bad in front of the barbarian!
The mangosteen, queen of the tropical fruit.
Mashiara. Beloved of heart and soul, it meant, but a love lost, too. Lost beyond regaining.
amanuensis. A rapt
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
In a strange way, I envied the quality of Morrie's time even as I lamented its diminishing supply. Why did we bother with all the distractions we did?
Martin,' interrupted Gervase, 'why were you stunned, kept in durance vile, and finally rolled into a sand-pit?
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
MOOSEN!!!!!!! There many MOOSEN in the WOODSEN! MANY MUCH MOOSEN! The Meisin wanted and the MOOSEN and ...
metamorphosis is like death,
Margo herself was - at least part of the time - very unMargo
M stands for Magic, Mystery, or Matrixaccording to taste
DEATH: "Mostly they aren't too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands. But they enter your realm each night without fear."
MORPHEUS: "And I am far more terrible than you, sister.
Are you . . . are you the athask? The great one?" "Maybe," said Mogget. "I can't remember." "Mogget,
N OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
Roberta Marieschi
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan ...
Taniquetil, glorious to behold, loftiest of all mountains clad in purest snow,
Fear of the Locksmiths and Skellow's thumb-cutting knife flooded Mosca but did not fill her. Somehow there was room in her core for an angry little knot of excitement, tight and fierce as a pike's grin.
"You're drawn to the darkness, to the lawlessness. Drawn to ... "
Morpheus.
Even if Dad doesn't say it out loud, I hear the name echo in the silence.
grotesque countenance
I'm hyper-aware of my last name and it's lack of Derby or Horowtiz-esque sonorousness. Moffett sounds like a type of couch cushion. I guess I'm hoping to start a wave of first-name usage.
Many mickles make a muckle.
At five in the morning the Loire is still and sumptuous with mist. The water is beautiful at that time of the day, cool and magically pale, the sandbanks rising like lost continents. The water smells of night, and here and there a spray of new sunlight makes mica shadows on the surface.
I wear not motley in my brain.
Once again Toll-by-Night had burst out of its captivity, like a monstrous jack from an innocent-looking box. And this time Mosca was a part of it.
Castiglione has 150 employees. But every March another 120 are hired to work the tonnara. The leader is known by the Arab word Raiz, and the fishermen sing an Arab song, "Cialome" (pronounced SHALOMAY), to invoke the gods for the hunt.
Mishmar. Your father's hellish prison he cobbled together from the remains of office buildings from Omaha, which he destroyed. The Mishmar that's stuffed to the brink with mutated vampires. That Mishmar." "Yes." "You
Gilly Gilleshpee
Don't focus on the mountain; focus on the mountain mover! HS/el
Morwen had perceived Galadir's lips over every body part and it was like tearing the flesh slowly and savor every muscular fiber. Savoring the man's skin was like drinking a river of blood. But then the blood and flesh were missing. There was only him.
Mungo was a gnome. Disguised as a dwarf. The blatantly false beard was a giveaway. It appeared that Mungo had crafted it himself out of hair collected from a wide assortment of cars and then glued it to his face.
MACDUFF That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
NEVER INTERFERE WITH MELENGAR AGAIN
BY ORDER OF THE KING
... AND US
These trifles will lead to serious mischief.
[Lat., Hae nugae seria ducent
In mala.]
Mordak has the mental clarity to recognise that when it comes to running a bureaucracy, Elves can achieve a degree of blinkered ruthlessness that makes goblins look like teddy-bears.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
Stefanos Metadorakis could make being in love intoxicating -- HEAR NO EVIL
Speramus meliora; resurgret cineribus. We hope for better things; it will rise from the ashes,
IV. Congratulatory V. The Jackal VI. Hundreds of People VII. Monseigneur in Town VIII. Monseigneur in the Country
AMEL (A'MEL) n.s.[email, Fr.]The matter with which the variegated works are overlaid, which we call enamelled. The materials of glass melted with calcined tin, compose an undiaphanous body. This white amel is the basis of all those fine concretes that goldsmiths and artificers
Surrender the vert platonic bond tying your soul to mine craft, the sky fades a pink shadow cast.
Darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute