Oh, man. I ate so much pussy in those days, my beard looked like a glazed doughnut.
Memories
Light the corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memories
Of the way we were
I am a figment of your imagination. If you didn’t know, how could I?
The clock didn’t strike. I definitely heard it not strike.
If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine.
Oh, I don’t know; I can imagine a lot.
There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination.
I shall impersonate … a man. Come, enter into my imagination, and see him: Boney, hollow faced, eyes that burn with the fire of inner vision. He conceives the strangest project ever imagined … To become a knight errant And sally forth into the world, righting all wrongs!
We are the knights who say “Ni!”
I know you are, but what am I?
I am Spartacus!
If I’m not me, then who the hell am I?
Are my eyes really brown?
Can you even dye my eyes to match my gown?
Eliza, you are to stay here for the next six months learning to speak beautifully, like a lady in a florist’s shop. If you work hard and do as you’re told, you shall sleep in a proper bedroom, have lots to eat, and money to buy chocolates and go for rides in taxis. But if you are naughty and idle, you shall sleep in the back kitchen amongst the black beetles, and be wolloped by Mrs. Pearce with a broomstick.
But tonight he’s a liar, and a thief, and all that’s bad! Ain’t that enough for you without beating him to death?
Because I’m a sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot?
You, you, you humbug!
The Jews taught me this great word: Schmuck. I was a schmuck, and now I’m not a schmuck!
May the Schwartz be with you!