#moore

And he was like "The sedative in the blood, blah, blah, four hours, blah, blah, nerdspeak, geektalk -" -Abby ↗

— Christopher Moore

#you-suck #love

She had a lot of nerve signing her note "Love." [...] But she did sign it that way: "Love." What did that mean? Did she mean it, or was it habit? She probably signed all of her letters with "Love." Dear Insured, We are sorry but your policy will not pay for your barium enema as it was done for recreational purposes. Love, Jody. Claims Dept... Maybe not. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#christopher-moore #love

[in regards to the "Asian guy"] He was so cute - in that Final Fantasy Thirty-Seven way. What I'm saying is, the Sex Fu is strong with this one. --The Chronicles of Abby Normal ↗

— Christopher Moore

#you-suck #love

[Abby to Tommy and Jody who are hugging] So I'm like, "Cold-faced killers on the clock, bitches, we don't have time for your bonery right now." --The Chronicles of Abby Normal ↗

— Christopher Moore

#christopher-moore #love

Though sleep was dearly needed, it was not welcomed, for even in sleep I was tormented. ↗

— Dave Moore

#frantic-search #god #holy-spirit #hope #jesus

We really have to get going," Sam said. "Can we leave the car here and pick it up later?" The monk said, "Does a dog have a Buddha nature?" Does a fish have a watertight asshole?" said Coyote. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#coyote-blue #dumb-questions #nature

Jody noticed that the kid was focused on the breasts, which were defying gravity, and apparently death itself, by standing there at complete attention ↗

— Christopher Moore

#you-suck #death

As Henry Moore carved or modelled his sculpture every day, he strove to surpass Donatello 4. and failed, but woke the next morning elated for another try. ↗

— Donald Hall

#donatello #effort #failure #henry-moore #poem

Roschach's Journal: October 12th, 1985 Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No. ↗

— Alan Moore

#graphic-novels #the-watchmen #dog

The way Will Moore taught me, and the way I play it, the blues is just something different. ↗

— John Lee Hooker

#different #i #just #me #moore