witty

ONLY' having the Gift, people appreciate this madness as Art. Everybody wants to have Art in their lives, but no body wants to have what the Art came out from in their lives...

Displacement of 'What goes around, comes around' is Zero.

You write poetry?" Klaus asked.He had read a lot about poets but had never met one."Just a little bit," Isadora said modestly. "I write poems down in this notebook. It's an interest of mine.""Sappho!" Sunny shrieked, which meant something like, "I'd be very pleased to hear a poem of yours!

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Only one comment seemed to perfectly fit her current situation. __ see dead people.__e leaned forward hands on his hips. __e too. It__ the only explanation for what__ standing in front of me. Unless some high school kids broke into the anatomy closet and stole the classroom skeleton, stretched some cadaver skin over that bitch then cast an ancient ritual to animate it._ She laughed. For as much as she now disliked the bastard she had to admit he was amusing. __id they do the same to that shit you__e wearing? You do realize it__ 2008 right?_ She raised a hand. __ait let me see if I can reach you using your own language. You do ken __is year of our Lord two thousand and eight aye?

Pretending to care what men think is an art. It takes moments to learn, but lifetimes to master. I__ like to believe I__ an expert.

Jehovah__ Witness? Don__ sweat it. I__ going to hell, already booked my ticket. Bright side? I__ pagan. Your hell is my heaven... if for no other reason than you won__ be there.

Skul-man!' he exclaimed as he rushed forward to shake his hand. 'Last I heard you were trapped on a dead world overrun by evil trans-dimensional superfiends!' Skulduggery nodded. 'Just got back.

Kelsier rapped lightly on the door, and Dockson strolled over, pulling it open."And he makes his stunning entry!" Kelsier announced, sweeping into the room, throwing back his mistcloak.Dockson snorted, shutting the doors. "You're truly a wonder to behold, Kell. Particularly the soot stains on your knees.

A smile is merely a symptom of the human condition called happiness. Animals are affected by that condition more often though the symptoms are not so obvious.

Seeing the mud around a lotus is pessimism, seeing a lotus in the mud is optimism.

Neil Mars?! I could blame him for having killer looks but he could not be faulted for this. He couldn__ have chosen that name for himself._No wonder he tortures his Mom by calling her by her name.

When I die cremate me so I can finally fit into something small.

Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.

Are you really a doctor?_ I asked.__ome people say that.___hy?___ecause I went to medical school.___id you not finish?_ I asked hesitantly.__ finished.___o_?___o sometimes I work as a doctor.___o doesn__ that make you a doctor?___ guess, but I also worked as a baker, construction worker, and a bunch of other things. Either way I just prefer being known as Jack. I mean Dr. Baker Jack Hammer Jack, would be entertaining, but I think also a little weird.

It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples.

He wasn't aware of it but when he smiled he looked like an amiable bear. When he didn't smile he didn't look amiable

I love Pizza thicker, when the crust is thinner!