Christopher Moore
Christopher Moore
lonely men may
I fear you may become a lonely man, even in the company of others.
light
This Roberto. He no like the light.
pieces kind life-is
Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy
problem
You were supposed to empathize with your friend's problem, but they were, after all, your friend's problems...
pain back-again again-and-again
We know there's going to be nothing but pain, but we go back again and again.
whales kevin killers
All killer whales are named Kevin. You knew that, right?
doors littles abby
Then someone started pounding on the door. And not a little "Hey, what's up?" pound. Like there was a big sale on door pounds down at the Pound Outlet. Buy one, get one free at Pounds-n-Stuff. --Being the Journal of Abby Normal
thinking two hair
I'm thinking of being a professional mourner. How hard can it be? Tear at your hair, sing a dirge or two, take the rest of the week off.
blood four abby
And he was like "The sedative in the blood, blah, blah, four hours, blah, blah, nerdspeak, geektalk -" -Abby
thinking
I think I'm what they call a never-was.
army animal knitting-needles
. . . And so Charlie Asher . . . led an army of fourteen-inch-tall bundles of animal bits, armed with everything from knitting needles to a spork, into the storm sewers of San Fransciso.
upset mute beavers
. . . You seem upset, Charlie. Is something wrong? Charlie: No, no, I’m okay, I just had to take directions from a mute beaver in a fez to get here, it’s unsettling.
ducks paper pants
Charlie Asher: Mrs. Ling, is that duck wearing trousers? Mrs. Ling: Could be . . . . You hear of paper-wrap chicken? This duck in pants.
past guilt moments
It's hard for me, a Jew, to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?