#cas

I thought you were a drunk." "A drunk?" "Bloodshot eyes, dirty clothes, getting home in the wee hours of the morning, making a lot of noise, grouchy all the time as if you had a hangover… what else was I to think?" He rubbed his face. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I should have showered, shaved, and dressed in a suit before I came out to tell you that you were making enough noise to raise the dead. ↗

— Linda Howard

#sarcasm #sarcasm

What happened?" he demanded. "I heard an explosion!" "Yeah.That was me. I set the boat alight." "What?" "I set fire to the boat." "But we're on the boat!" "I know. ↗

— Anthony Horowitz

#alex-rider #sarcasm #sarcasm

Vampires were always either trying to kill me, or own me. God I hated being popular. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#sarcasm #vampires #sarcasm

We had and incident. I took care of it." "Really." Jace's voice dripped sarcasm. "Do you even know how to use that knife, Clarissa? Without poking a hole in yourself or any innocent bystanders? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #mortal-instruments #sarcasm #sarcasm

Ivypool felt her mouth drop open "Hollyleaf? But...you you're dead!" "Obviously not," the newcomer replied with an edge to her voice. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#sarcasm #warriors #sarcasm

Lifaen beamed and cried, “Isn’t she glorious? See how her scales catch the light! No treasure in the world can match this sight.” Similar exclamations floated across the river from Narí. “Bloody unbearable, that’s what it is,” muttered Orik into his beard. Eragon hid a smile, though he agreed with the dwarf. The elves never seemed to tire of praising Saphira. Nothing’s wrong with a few compliments, said Saphira. She landed with a gigantic splash and submerged her head to escape a diving sparrow. Of course not, said Eragon. Saphira eyed him from underwater. Was that sarcasm? ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#eragon #orik #saphira #sarcasm

Why do you have a cigarette lighter in your glove compartment?" her husband, Jack, asked her. "I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#knitting #sarcasm #smoking #sarcasm

I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse. ↗

— Karen Chance

#sarcasm

Amor. Amor. Amor, gostava de dizer esta palavra até gastá-la ainda mais. Amor, gostava de dizer esta palavra até perder ainda mais o seu sentido. Amor. Amor. Amor, até ser uma palavra que não significa nem sequer uma ilusão, uma mentira. Amor, amor, amor, nem sequer uma mentira, nem sequer um sentimento vago e incompreensível. Amor amor amor, até ser nem sequer uma palavra banal, nem sequer a palavra mais vulgar, nem sequer uma palavra. Amoramoramor, até ao momento em que alguém diz amor e ninguém vira a cabeça para ouvir, alguém diz amor e ninguém ouve, alguém diz amor e não disse nada. Sozinho, diante da campa. O amor é a solidão. ↗

— José Luís Peixoto

#amor

For years, I declined to fill in the form for my Senate press credential that asked me to state my 'race,' unless I was permitted to put 'human.' The form had to be completed under penalty of perjury, so I could not in conscience put 'white,' which is not even a color let alone a 'race,' and I sternly declined to put 'Caucasian,' which is an exploded term from a discredited ethnology. Surely the essential and unarguable core of King's campaign was the insistence that pigmentation was a false measure: a false measure of mankind (yes, mankind) and an inheritance from a time of great ignorance and stupidity and cruelty, when one drop of blood could make you 'black. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#civil-rights-movement #ethnology #identity-politics #martin-luther-king-jr #perjury