Sit right down in the chair. It's a glider, see? Smooth and easy movement without that annoying head-swing you get from a rocker. And easy to get out of, unlike a lounge chair. Relax. "Reba" reruns will be coming on in a minute.

‘Miguel! A pint of Guinness, please!' I might as well have asked for his mother's immortal soul. A smile as benign as a stiletto. But he served a clean and tidy pint.

Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.

Flags engulfed in beautiful nighttime alcohol flames that will end all nightmares of country of origin. The release of souls from the captivity of flames like see-through doves in the clear light at the backside of the see-through universe.

How to remove moon stains from slacks!?

We were always blowing stale enough air into each other's faces from the smallest roundest tables available looking at each other sideways at the same sad time as the puppet show…

"So, is this the datgum exit?" "Grumphfr exit fregerrock." (This response means either yes, it is, I told you that ten miles ago, or, no it's not, I told you that ten miles ago, depending if it’s the right exit or not.)

I was like a bullet shot from a university tower

In the privacy of a booth?

A small flame of gossip began at one end of the table and began to spread like a wildfire at the first mention of Diane Morgan’s name. “That little red-faced slut stole my boyfriend from me,” I overheard Maryann Blakely saying. “I could have been Prom Que

I sit in a small office amongst a huge pile of letters picking out individuals and arranging them on a big square made of something like paraffin

and then he began to sing, along with the ghostly villagers

But now she was no longer the little girl.

“Why do you write filth?” they howl

He showed me the knife, said it was his best friend. This knife is older than you, he said. Here, run your finger along its blade. Like this. He showed me how to do it.