My grandmother lives alone. she is very old, very happy and very Catholic. Once, i was told that after having her first thirteen children she took a little break for three years until her village priest told her to get on with her “duty as a woman” while she was still good.
Mr Croup began to laugh. It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.
- Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, pg. 205
They couldn’t dominate Death inside the hospital, but they certainly made her behave. They had taught her manners. They couldn’t keep Death out, but while she was in she had to act like a lady.
- Catch 22 by Joseph Heller, pg. 191
Lord Akeldama did so love to know all the gossip about the mundane world, but it was in the manner of a cat amusing himself among the butterflies without a need to interfere should their wings get torn off. They were only butterflies, after all.
- Heartless by Gail Carriger, pg. 209
Work is one of the principal causes of human misery, the other is love.
- Mammals by Pierre Mérot, pg. 91.
The uncle is a vast reservoir of alcohol. On pathetic, human Sundays people come here to fish for joy and discontent. There are snack bars and French fries. People go boating, steering yellow and red pecalos towards the leafy shade and the laughter. These delightful attractions account for the exuberant size of his belly.
- Mammals by Pierre Mérot, pg. 25.