All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle. . . is another riddle.
I'm sorry about your Porsche. " "I can replace the Porsche. I can't replace you. You need to be more careful. " I was just sitting in your car!" Babe, you're a magnet for disaster.
Are you telling me your brain and your lady parts decided on a love fest bake-off winner?
Ranger removed my goggles "Would you like to come home with me?" I stepped away from him. "Thank you for the offer, but no. I'm done with men. " Ranger smiled. "Forever?" "Until I figure some things out. " "And if you don't figure them out?" "If I can't figure them out on my own, I'll ask you to help me. " "Babe, that's like the blind leading the blind.
A uniform cordoned off the area with crime scene tape. The M. E. pulled in and parked. There were two EMT trucks idling at the edge of the lot. I’d stayed close to the back door, and one of the Rangeman guys had taken a position two feet from me, standing at parade rest. No doubt in my mind he’d take a bullet for me rather than face Ranger over a dead Stephanie.
I like my nuts," Mooner said. "I don't want them cut off. I'd be, like, nutless then.
Opening my door to Dillon Ruddick, my bulding super. I handed him a cup of coffee. "Sorry about the blood. " "What was it this time?" No one reported gunfire. " "I hit a guy in the face with a hair dryer. " "Whoa. " Dillon said. "It wasn't my fault," I told him. "Maybe we should lay down some linoleum here. It would make things easier for clean up.
When abroad, behaveto everyone as if interviewing an honored guest; in directing the people, act as if you were assisting at a great sacrafice; DO NOT DO TO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD NOT LIKE DONE TO YOURSELF: so there will be no murmuring against you in the country, and none in the family; your public life will arouse no ill-will nor your private life any resentment.
In Seattle you haven't had enough coffee until you can thread a sewing machine while it's running.
Satirists gain the applause of others through fear, not through love.
Through surrender the aspirant's ego is effaced, and. . . grace. . . pours down upon him like a torrential rain.