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concerning whose
Buffet." "Do you know what casino she
Herondales, someone had told her once. They were everything that Shadowhunters had to offer, all in one family: both the best, and the worst.
I get the Reese's candy bar. You look at that, there's an apostrophe-s there. That means the candy bar is his. I didn't know that. Next time you're eating a Reese's candy bar, and a guy named Reese comes by and says, "Gimme that", you better hand it over.
The Edge ... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
I've made up so many stores about my name, I can't remember.
Where lies your landmark, seamark, or soul's star?
My chest, Stella's hip, Jamie's left ass cheek.
By the way, I have a bone to pick with you." Esperetta
"Only one?" Velkan
"At the moment." Esperetta
"Then I can't wait to hear it." Velkan
"'Bram' and 'Stoker'?" Esperetta
"It was fitting, I thought." Velkan
Stuart Davises he
Shattered edges of the diamonds rough sets to cut the unsuspecting.
I was looking for a name with an old English sound, very easy to pronounce in every language and easy to remember. At the beginning I used J. P. Tod's, but then in 1999 it was shortened since too many people were asking who was Mr. J. P. Tod's.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
Whose are these?" Sevro asks me. "Daddy's," I tell him. "So you guessed." Sevro laughs. "He's locked in Apollo's dungeons." "The stupid Pixie!" He laughs again.
Baker's, the smell of fresh bread was so overwhelming
A hole in my Sam.
the Rey family grave at the
The black hardrubber bathtub stopper at the Parker house.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets Most perfect dies.
All that St. Kilda's gloss, that walk through old oak doors like you belong, effortless: I wanted that. I wanted to lick it off my banged-up fists along with my enemy's blood. This
weaving his way across
King Offa's dyke,
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
Life is made of ever so many partings welded together, as I may say, and one man's a blacksmith, and one's a whitesmith, and one's a goldsmith, and one's a coppersmith.
Over my dedad body, was his first thought. His second? No, over Carl's.
commotion and flurry.
Gigantic, willful, young, Chicago sitteth at the northwest gates.
out of my way cakesniffers
rolling eye balls
Ugster vinyl pumps, Partridge Family records, plastic daisy jewelry, old postcards ... It's a magpie Christmas market.
Short boughs, long vintage.
Fork! that symbol of the British art of gluttony.
Cletus's famous sausage is famous." Cletus's
our family's house.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Bass Ale's triangle logo was the first registered trademark in the English-speaking world, and today that sturdy oldness is a big part of the brand's appeal.
Rememberatorium),
Most likely Pistons," said Pillover in a resigned tone of voice. "You told them about the ball. They like to go to events uninvited, put gin in the punch, and steal all the spoons. Stylish shenanigans like that."
"Charming," said Sophronia.
My Heart. My World. My Coast. My Becca.
Personally I always preferred Lipton's.
I have no parting sigh to give, so take my parting smile.
background. 5. Rubin's vase
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
Sweets and Tarts: The Most Wonderous Bakery in All of Hearts
The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art ...
What are you looking at?-- Jesse Stone
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
I see Sandy Barr got himself a $4 haircut ... $1 for each side.
Most people would say 'the deets', but I say 'the tails'. Just another example of innovation.
the chapel bells. Unlike most of his
Jesus's bloody tears.
If e'er I win a parting token,
'Tis something that has lost its power
A chain that has been used and broken,
A ruin'd glove, a faded flower;
Something that makes my pleasure less,
Something that means
forgetfulness.
Ginsberg, Clifton, Sedgwick - are
Yours
(now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)
Over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow
Poison ivy, because who needed a case of that on your pecker). We're all here in Derry. No camp, no relatives, no vacations, no AWAY. All right here. Present and accounted for. There's
Merciless Mart, with its grand lobby. I glimpse the Abnegation
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!
Winner gave me my bread and Russell gave me my art.
Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done ... life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before.
Neat little rectangular arrangements of suffering. His
Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?
I have a treasured set of matched grain crosscut horns made for me by master American carver Jim Cooke, cut yin-yang from the same block of briar he waited five years to find.
watching him cut for sign.
That it was valuable rather than merely expensive. Ramsey's
This momentary bridge. The wonder of a shared memory, returned. Of a place once theirs and a life that had already been lived.
I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself. What company has that lonely lake,I pray?
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? Where, indeed. Many a badly stung survivor, faced with the aftermath of some relative's funeral, has ruefully concluded that the victory has been won hands down by a funeral establishment - in disastrously unequal battle.
Barb's house, when I finally
I have a heart-shaped hole. Like an empty bird's next, it rests among marigold-hued ruffles above the topmost hook of my corset.
The hole was not left by something removed, but for something anticipated.
A madhouse of frenzied moneymaking and frenzied pleasure-seeking, with none of the corners chipped off. It is beautifully situatedand the air reminds one curiously of Edinburgh.
the middle of the guest room at the Blue Lake Historical
Layney - "I hear they sell them at Evil 'R Us. You have an account
there, don't you? Maybe you can pick one up on the 'still
beating/just pulled from a sacrifice' aisle."
Jimmy - "Do you have any idea how expensive those are? Even with
my discount.
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
Alice's chest. But in a moment
I love Shillington not as one loves Capri or New York, because they are special, but as one loves one's own body and consciousness, because they are synonymous with being.
And in one drawer, twenty-seven names for tears. Heartdew. Griefhoney. Sadwater. Die Tranen. Eau de douleur. Los rios del corazon.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
Six biscuits, crow, hydrant!
to get some brandy for my
Painted mafritty fritters frittering fitty fitty scented candelabra abra cadaver. Candle blah blah.
Squad. Guess whose weekend this was?
One foot in front of the other,' Lee murmured.
'One sand dollar and then another.
This Side of Paradise
cheek, the one so disfigured by that
Liverpool is the pool of life, it makes to live.
Soap shining beauty.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
paradise for people who look as if they have just stepped out of a Barbour catalogue.
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Westering's died out, Jody.
The oil and wine of merry meeting.
The Shepherds and the Angels
poo parlor division" instead of "loo.
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
town. In the back of his
Ah God," has gasped. "Mine."
~Sed