Why did the dead baby cross the road? … Because it was stapled to the chicken, you dopey fuck!
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| — | Eddie Dean, Wizard and Glass |
WHAT DOES THAT SIGNIFY, FOOLISH CREATURE?”
“It’s the world’s smallest violin, playing ‘My Heart Pumps Purple Piss for You.’
“It’s the world’s smallest violin, playing ‘My Heart Pumps Purple Piss for You.’
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| — | Blaine the Mono and Eddie Dean, Wizard and Glass |
So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corner of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.
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| — | Wizard and Glass |
Oh, Christ. I left the world I knew to watch a kid try to put booties on a fucked-up weasel. Shoot me, Roland, before I breed.
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| — | Eddie Dean, Wizard and Glass |
True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring — once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome… except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.
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| — | Wizard and Glass |
