"This city is hell! Living here is hell! Nobody is listening to the blooming sound of the flower! Beyond the mountain, nobody is listening to it! Sink, sink! Sink everything! Everything into a mess! Rusting, rotting and sinking! But... I was wrong. I'm also a shit-eater! I was just a shit-eater that face a different direction than the others in this puddle of mud. There is no other side. The only thing we could do in this town was to live while facing the other way the whole time."
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Off to his right, near the knee-high railing that circled the edge of the tank, he saw a bug struggling weakly in a puddle of gasoline. I'm like that bug, he thought resentfully, and wondered what kind of a world it was where God would not only let you be caught in a big sticky mess like a bug in a puddle of gas, but leave you there alive and struggling for hours, maybe days... or in his case, for years. It was a world that deserved to burn, that was what. He stood, head bowed, a third match ready to strike when the breeze died.
Sayfa 315 - Trashcan ManKitabı okudu
Actually, I'm not much more concerned with tribal situations than I am with mass populations. Most groups are herds and all herds are a mess.
Sayfa 412
The room was a mess but Holly was perfect. "Listen," she said, and put her hand on my face. "I'm happy about the story. I really am." That was a beautiful Monday in October 1943.
He leans in like he's going to bite me, then he kisses me instead.
It's so good.
It's been so good every time.
I pull away. "I'm not the Humdrum! But why does thinking so make you want to kiss me?"
"Everything makes me want to kiss you. Haven't you worked that out yet? Crowley, you're thick." He kisses me again. And he's laughing again.
"I'm not the Humdrum," I repeat, when I get the chance. "I'd know if I were."
"What you are is a fucking tragedy, Simon Snow. You literally couldn't be a bigger mess."
He tries to kiss me, but I hold back- "And you like that?"
"I love it," he says.
"Why?"
"Because we match."
Sayfa 420 - I AM NOT CRYING YOU ARE CRYING
Pepper: "You ate without me already? On date night?"
Tony: "I didn't know if you were coming home or if you were having drinks with Aldrich Killian.
Pepper: "You're spying on me."
Tony: "Hey, I admit it. My fault. Sorry. I'm a piping hot mess. Nothing's been the same since New York."
Pepper: "Really? I didn't notice that at all."
Tony: "You experience things and then they're over, and you still can't explain them. Gods, aliens, other dimensions. I'm just a man in a can. I love you. But, honey...I can't sleep. You go to bed, I come down here. I do what I know. I tinker. Threat is imminent. And I have to protect the one thing that I can't live without. That's you."
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