The result is ... that there's no room left in the world for the weird — though plenty for crude, contemptuous, wisecracking, fun-poking imitations of it.
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
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Jess C. Scott
Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the...
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E.a. Bucchianeri
He smiled at that, and then his gaze shifted to a spot over my shoulder and it faded. 'These doubts wouldn’t have anything to do with the company you’re keeping of late, would they?' I didn’t get a chance to answer before the shop door...
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Karen Chance
Not really hungry."" She’ll eat." Pritkin said curtly." I said –""If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation."" I eat plenty."" The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however."" I’ll have a sandwich, " I told Nick....
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Karen Chance
Jenks enthusiastically leaned against the counter and opened the box. Bypassing the plastic knife, he broke off about a third of it and took a huge bite. Ivy watched, appalled, and I shrugged. His mouth moving as he hummed, Jenks finished unpacking the sacks. I...
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Kim Harrison
More Quotes By Fritz Leiber
Also, in the dismal Cold Waste, any man treasures illusions, though knowing them almost certainly to be such.
At that instant the hag's noisy breathing stopped and with it all other sound. Her eyes opened, showing only whites - milky ovals infinitely eerie in the dark root-tangle of her sharp features and stringy hair. The gray tip of her tongue traveled like a...
Fafhrd stopped, again wiped right hand on robe, and held it out. "Name's Fafhrd. Ef ay ef aitch ar dee." Again the Mouser shook it. "Gray Mouser, " he said a touch defiantly, as if challenging anyone to laugh at the sobriquet. "Excuse me, but...
What matters is that life is good. It has a lovely texture, like some rich cloth or fur, or the petals of flowers, and everything else worthwhile. And that's as true for the last man as the first.
The dark dangerous forest is still there, my friends. Beyond the space of the astronauts and the astronomers, beyond the dark, tangled regions of Freudian and Jungian psychiatry, beyond the dubious psi-realms of Dr. Rhine, beyond the areas policed by the commissars and priests and...
