Surreal Quotes

Certain voices heardare heardnot becausethey are phonetic...But, from one soulthey head, to another, in the form of magic.(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)

Nothing Is Strange

isn't that dangerous?" I objected. "What if somebody used it on people - what if they put it on replace and turned us all into fictional characters?""How do you know they haven't?" asked Marc.

Of all the skills necessary for her work, what she was perhaps worst at was being polite to inanimate things.

Linear’s defeated form The intangible reality rise.'' ~ Wanderer

Wasn't much of a life anyway. Wasn't much of a brain.""But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?""Word games, " I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.

She used to be all right, Una, when we were kids. I liked that she wasn't fussed about her antlers.

I really hate that I need my glasses while using my laptop. What I hate even more is that I need those glasses to be full of vodka at all times.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz

If you don't fall down now and again, it just means the training wheels are working

St John had always been a fan of the RS Turbo, mainly due to the colour coded rear spoiler and air vents in the bonnet, which distinguished it from the more common and less powerful XR3i.

Had the facial plumage been of a paler hue it would have looked like a pile of horse crap on a winter’s day.

Beetroot Cossins had moved to Kuala Lumpur where she had died of lethargy and pie.

Her protestations were drowned out by the sound of Gordon Honeycomb barfing up aftershock into the kitchenette sink.

You little prick. It's a whelk...it's a...it's a...dead whelk!

A huge meringue with polio who drives everywhere in a beautifully restored Hillman Imp.

Your toaster’s a puff.

When you're reaching the end of the semester and you just wanna die. Coffin Making 101 is literally killing me.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz

A Harvey Nicks chick with throwaway morals and a trustfund appetite.

When the north wind blew across the tar ponds, voices were carried away.

She is brave and strong and broken all at once. As she speaks it is as if her existence is no longer real to her in itself, more like a living epitaph to a life that was.

I squared my shoulders, trying to ignore the fact that I was standing in the apartment of the sea witch, wearing a fairy-tale prom gown, waiting for the attack of the mermaids.