Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.
Put an egg in your shoe and beat it, make like a tree and leave, imitate an amoeba and split.
"Am I weird?" "Yeah. But so what? Everybody's weird."
Human Nature Baby, grab it and growl.
I think part of being a parent is trying to kill your kids.
I hold to no God," Roland said. "I hold to the Tower, and won't pray to that.