See this abdicated beast, once king of them all, nibble his claws: Not anger enough left - no, nor despair - To break his teeth on the bars.

How do you express a skinny blonde werewolf and a former toad in a cake?

Her words were like tinfoil

With kings and queens inside his bag. Hulaki was a man of power.

Singing in a storm silences thunder's threats.

Beauty of your love-filled smile created a mark on the stone wall of my heart, I can never erase it.

"You're like, both like, Alexander the Great.' 'We can't both be Alexander.' 'Well sometimes I think you're two sides of the same coin, and I'm the metal in between.'"

Yeah, tell me I'm a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That's the way to my heart.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

Look for God, suggests my Guru. Look for God like a man with his head on fire looks for water.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

Same result, only I'd be steam - cooked instead of roasted.

with static electricity

It was too wet to see the sun go down, too grey to see the moon come up.

Your strength is the strength of stones. Suddenly

You use your brain much as you would use a radio crystal; you tune in different frequencies.

Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain

Doc Webster's eyes rolled briefly, like loaded dice, and came up snake eyes.

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

and he wreaked havoc among the buttered toast as he said it.

When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.

Their business here was over then, and they all knew it; the magic moment had arrived when it was understood that nothing more would be established, discovered, or decided today. But the meeting,...

Goat tongue is a gift, you got it from the day you're born or you ain't got it. If you got it, goats'll heed your say - so, if you ain't, they'll just trample you muddy and stand there scorning.

She pulsed, invisibly, like a quasar. I can't describe women, but if you know Duke Pearson's 'After the Rain', she was as beautiful and pure as that. Real things had happened to her to make her how...

What is it like to live on an island without being allowed to go to the sea?

He's asleep in the harbor, disguised as dog shit.

I could dodge the kick, but the stable door was already down - and I hadn't even realised it until I saw the splinters.

But family life sometimes had a vortex, like weather. It could be like a tornado in a quiet zigzag: get close enough and you might see within it a spinning eighteen-wheeler and a woman.

I don't really like driving in the snow. There's something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It's like tumbling into a field of...

The idea was like a hunk of wood, Caesar thought, requiring human craft and ingenuity to reveal the new shape within.