"We had our mountain lion, Curtis, with us; we snuck him into the Four Seasons in his cage and locked him in our bathroom."-Slash by Slash
"We do not admit by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open."-Howards End by E.M. Forster
He got into nails, of course,-"God Went to Beauty School" by Cynthia Rylant
because He'd always loved
hands--
hands were some of the best things
He'd ever done
and this way He could just
hold one in His
and admire those delicate
bones just above the knuckles,
delicate as birds' wings,
and after He'd done that
awhile,
He could paint all the nails
any color He wanted,
then say,
"Beautiful,"
and mean it.
[On the Park Slope Coop being worse than Socialism:] “Because at least in a socialist country, if you know the right people, you can get out of it.”
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