dark-humor

This isn't where I intended to be. Killing a person has a funny way of getting your life off-track. (Dark City Lights)

This isn't where I intended to be. Killing a person has a funny way of getting your life off-track.

For 3 million you could give everyone in Scotland a shovel, and we could dig a hole so deep we could hand her over to Satan in person. (on Margaret Thatcher)

So I heard the boom of my father's rifle when he shot my best friend. A bullet only costs about two cents, and anybody can afford that.

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. __hey__e straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won__ die.

You are so beautiful, I could eat you,_ he said.And it was true. Her smile was as intoxicating as the wine.And he could eat her.

There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Paul's apartment overlooks the park... and is obviously more expensive than mine.

An ordinary man can enjoy breakfasting on juice and rye bread.But when you are underfed, scorned, miserable or just plain bored, you don__ want to eat dull wholesome food.You want something a little more colourful, exciting, tastier, meatier and juicier.

I'm as lucky as a bed of oysters on cioppino night.

AK 47, is perfect copy, yes? Every detail. Like real thing. Yes. Kalashnikov. Your boy, he be happy for Uncle Sante, no?_____ sorry, Sante. It__ really nice of you, but I don__ want Sofus playing with guns.__onversation between George Hanson and SanteIn The Shadow of Sadd

It took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being. Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO. The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile. What a scamp.

It would be hilariously tragic if I avoided the rabids, avoided the sun, only to be fried to a crisp on a damn electric fence because I was too impatient.

Never a good sign, he thought, when the crows showed up.

Try & try until you cannot succeed.

Cheer up, the worst is yet to come.

Wolves eat dogs." That did seem to be the consensus of the village, Arkady thought. Roman shook his head as if he'd given the matter a lot of consideration. "Wolves hate dogs. Wolves hunt down dogs because they regard them as traitors. If you think about it, dogs are dogs only because of humans; otherwise they'd all be wolves, right? And where will we be when all the dogs are gone? It will be the end of civilization.

I can't get his bonesto go down the fucking drain.I try to stuff the tiny holes,too tiny for this pain.I can't get his bonesto break any way for my gain.Break them back a little too far,never too far for the sake of sane.

Knowledge is a rope, and you're weaving a noose out of it. Leave some slack for the enemy.