Christopher Moore
Christopher Moore
problem purity
He always had a problem with the purity of others. Never his own.
lying cat dark
One of them hissed-not the hiss of a cat, a long, steady tone-more like the hiss of air escaping the rubber raft that is all that lies between you and a dark sea full of sharks, the hiss of your life leaking out at the seams.
prepared
Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live.
differences faces heat
She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.
buddhism orange guy
It's very difficult to stay angry when a room full of bald guys in orange robes start giggling. Buddhism.
needs
So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need
guy males realizing
Like most Beta Males, he didn't realize that being a good guy was not necessarily an attraction to women.
sheep pet irs
May the IRS find that you deduct your pet sheep as an entertainment expense.
thinking doe mustard
I've got to think that that was unethical," Joshua said. "Josh, faking demonic possession is like a mustard seed." "How is it like a mustard seed?" "You don't know, do you? Doesn't seem at all like a mustard seed, does it? Now you see how we all feel when you liken things unto a mustard seed? Huh?
world sometimes lows
Sometimes this high-tech world calls for low-tech solutions.
daughter sleep night
It was watching Madeline Alby eat cheese with every ounce of her being, like it was the first and best time, that made him realize that he had never really tasted cheese, or crackers, or life. And he didn't want his daughter to live that way. He'd moved her into her own room the night before...He hadn't slept well, and had gotten up five times during the night to check on her, only to find her sleeping peacefully, but he could lose a little sleep if Sophie could go through life without his fears and limitations. He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.
heart vampire dinner
Chapter 8, Dinner With the Vampire: Is there something wrong with your food?" No, I'm just not very hungry." You're going to break my heart, aren't you?
mom together tables
I could stand on my head and flick the bean right there at the dinner table and my mom would be all, "Honey, Christmas is family time, we should be together" and make me finish in front of everyone.
suicide country art
The Winter Woman is as wild as a blizzard, as fresh as new snow. While some see her as cold, she has a fiery heart under that ice-queen exterior. She likes the stark simplicity of Japanese art and the daring complexity of Russian literature. She prefers sharp to flowing lines, brooding to pouting, and rock and roll to country and western. Her drink is vodka, her car is German, her analgesic is Advil. The Winter Woman likes her men weak and her coffee strong. She is prone to anemia, hysteria, and suicide.