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Butters blinked at looked at Thomas. "My God," he said. "You've been shot."
Thomas hooked a thumb at Butters. "Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here."
"I'd have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe," I said.
"Split the difference at McCoy?" Thomas asked.
"Perfect. — Jim Butcher
I'm not Prince Charming. I'm the bad guy that sneaks into the castle when Prince Charming is off singing songs in the woods. I'm the one with the big cock that bends needy Cinderella over. And I'm the one that makes her scream until her throat's raw and she can't sing a note. — Kenya Wright
There was a feeling in him like waiting for a punishment. — Richard Wagamese
Knowing that all things happen in perfect order does not vaccinate us against pain and suffering. It simply makes us fully responsible for it. — Noah James Hittner
One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are. — Edith Wharton
I've been to the Hall of Fame many times, in grade school and high school. I had field trips to the Hall of Fame and taking tours of it. I just never thought about that one day I possibly might be in it. I think it'd be great. — Patrick Ewing
The sentimentality of kitsch is a sign of its falseness. But it is also a sign of its extravagance. Unanchored to reality, sentimentality is naturally unbounded. Kitsch is a response to a failure or disintegration of cultural values. When the world no longer speaks meaningfully to us, we shout into the void and pretend the echoes come to us from on high.
The grandiosity of kitsch is in proportion to the existential poverty out of which it arose. In this context, it is worth noting a limitation of that dictionary definition of kitsch. The sentimentality of kitsch can be "sweet," but it can also be sour, malignant. — Roger Kimball
Like the curved pipe of a fountain, your arching boughs
drive the sap
downward and up again: and almost without awakening
it bursts out of sleep, into its sweetest achievement.
Like the god stepping into the swan. — Rainer Maria Rilke