keller

Uniqueness is wasted on youth. Like a fine wine or a solid flossing habit, you'll be grateful for it when you're older. Naturally, being born in a foreign country is not the only coolness savings bond out there, but it is an automatic vehicle into self-possession when there are no other cars on the road. Maybe you don't come from the mansion on the hill...
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Alexis Machine was rarely whimsical, and for him to have a whimsical thought in such a situation as this was something which had never happened before. Yet it occurred to him: Of all the people on earth - what? five billion of them? - I'm the only one who is currently standing inside a moving wedding cake with a Heckler & Koch .223 semiautomatic weapon...
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If you come to the States, as you threaten in your letters from Tetherdown, Trewallock Lane, Gorran Haven, Cornwall (if I got nothing else out of your missive, the address alone is worth the price of admission), be sure to get in touch with me.

I am pleased to hear that you are writing a book about Jack the Ripper. He has always been my...
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A noble king who wished to show his high-mindedness could do no better than have his crown made of iron. Gold is for thieves and swindlers. For this reason they own the most of it.

-- "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre", B. Traven

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia,
Lydia, the Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that folks adore so,
And a torso even more so.

Lydia oh Lydia, that encyclopedia,
Oh Lydia the Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is the Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it the wreck of the Hesperus, too.
And proudly above waves the Red, White, and Blue,
You can learn...
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Hymie, who had gone to the car and started the motor, brought back a bottle of brandy. He gave Ginger's knife to Flowers. "Here. Cut all around the pants leg up near the top, the right one." When this had been done, Hymie pulled the pants leg down over the shoe and off. Then he poured half the bottle of brandy on Spina's wooden leg...
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And so, in my imagination, I see a trailer sitting in a mobile home park in Pahrump, Nevada, or outside Bakersfield, cooking in the sun. Inside it's clean and orderly, the home of a guy who is disciplined, meticulous, a man who lives by himself and likes things just so. There's a small TV, a mustard-colored couch, a fridge well stocked with beer, a battered...
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From here you climb ten thousand feet to the pass. Remembers Mexico City and his first grifa cigarette. Went crazy on it, wonderful crazy, wandering down Nino Perdido and everywhere he sees sugar skulls and fireworks, kids biting into the skulls.

"Dia de los Muertos," a boy tells him and smiles, showing white teeth and red gums. Very white. Very red. Whiter and redder than...
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His interest in Mirabelle comes from the part of him that still believes he can have her without obligation. He believes he can exist with her from eight to eleven and enter a private and personal world that they will create that will cease to exist in the off hours or off days. He believes that this world will be independent of other worlds he...
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If you're going to commit a murder - and in the first place, I don't recommend it - one thing you should definitely not do afterward is have sex with the investigating officer's wife. It merely makes for a lot of extraneous complication.

In fact, generally speaking, it seems to me that all police officers' wives are better left alone. In the first place, their...
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