Christopher Moore Quotes
When I teach seminars, I tell people, Your stuff has to look like something thats out there, because otherwise nobody will take a chance on you.
Words, words, words, a million million words circle in my head like hawks, waiting to dive onto the page to rend and tear the only two words I want to write. Why me?
You want me and I want you. right?" Who did she think she was? You can't just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette's Syndrome. He said, "Well, I guess. Yeah, that's right.
One day the good times had to keep on rolling, and all of life's horseshit would turn to circuses.
Love: the sickest of Irony’s sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.
People, generally, suck.
She's so small, yet she contains so much evil.
She doesn't understand that a writer is a special creature--that I'm different from everyone else. I'm not saying I'm superior to other people, just more sensitive, I guess.
Don't be ridiculous, Charlie, people love the parents who beat their kids in department stores. It's the ones who just let their kids wreak havoc that everybody hates.
The Angel Gabriel disappeared once for sixty years and they found him on earth hiding in the body of a man named Miles Davis.
An original thought would crack your feeble skull like a thunderbolt, you craven vulture.
She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.
She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.
As much as I encourage communication with my readers, I don't want reviews from them, simply because I don't need to be hamstrung in the middle of working on something.
The netherworld is timeless and unchanging, and boring -- much like a doctor's waiting room.
Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy
They were told what they wanted and they believed it. They can only keep their dream alive by being with others like themselves who will mirror their illusions.
Everyone is happier if they have someone else to look down on, as well as someone to look up to, especially if they resent both.
Foul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet.
Do we look like thrill-seekers? Wasn't it enough that we had to put up that sign reading NO HABLA ESPANOL and acknowledge the existence of thirty percent of the population, even in the negative?
I could stand on my head and flick the bean right there at the dinner table and my mom would be all, "Honey, Christmas is family time, we should be together" and make me finish in front of everyone.
This story is not and never was meant to challenge anyone's faith; however, if one's faith can be shaken by stories in a humorous novel, one may have a bit more praying to do.
Blessed are the meek, for to them we shall say "attaboy".
Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics?
The medium obscured the message.
If there was anything I learned from John the Baptist, it was that the sooner you confess a mistake, the quicker you can get on to making new and better mistakes.
