One might say that "Torch Song" is, in part, about the urgency of the effort to pin things down and what wild dart throwing that desire leads to.
Cats randomly refuse to follow orders to prove they can.
He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her.
You snore worse. At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep. " "I only did it once. " "Once was weird enough, thank you.
What do you do to your hair?" "Dust, hair gel, and a little gun oil. " "Ever thought of patenting the recipe?" "No.
He referred to you as his little snack. " "He's a sweetie.
There was something very comforting about him, and I was not sure if it was his easy manner or his complete immunity to my scowling.
Food for thought, eat my words with your mind: Emcees are grapes, and grapes are crushed to wine.
There's a lot of people over time who have brought out all these funky records that everybody has started jumping on like a catch phrase. . . When Planet Rock came out, then you had all of the electro funk records.
One of the things I've discovered in general about raising kids is that they really don't give a damn if you walked five miles to school.
Life is the unfolding of the latent capacities of the soul.