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“The 12-step chocolate program: NEVER BE MORE THAN 12 STEPS AWAY FROM CHOCOLATE!”
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“The 12-step chocoholics program: Never be more than 12 steps away from chocolate!”
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“I know you know the tale of Baby June
You know the way she could deliver a tune
She was a killer in a petticoat
A little bit of everyone you adore...
And if your baby let you down at night,
Well Baby June would make it up alright
And I was never happier
Than in the arms and charms of her”
― Strangers in Paradise: Pocket Book 1
You know the way she could deliver a tune
She was a killer in a petticoat
A little bit of everyone you adore...
And if your baby let you down at night,
Well Baby June would make it up alright
And I was never happier
Than in the arms and charms of her”
― Strangers in Paradise: Pocket Book 1
“And still the storm approaches. And there's nothing I can do. So I wait and watch and feel his breath against my face, cool and brave. His salt licks my skin, his promise brushes my hair. His fury drives the wind to touch my cheek and whisper something I can't hear.
I think he loves me.
I think he comes to see me.
I am young. I will learn”
― Strangers in Paradise: Pocket Book 1
I think he loves me.
I think he comes to see me.
I am young. I will learn”
― Strangers in Paradise: Pocket Book 1
“Everything that ever happened is just stories now, Earl. But it was all very real to people while it was happening. Wasn't it?”
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“The ocean tosses up a thousand arms to embrace the storm that falls across her like a drunken sailor. His thunder slaps her thighs, his lighting piercing her waters.
They pound me between the hips and I begin to panic, knowing their passion will destroy me.”
― Strangers in Paradise: Pocket Book 1
They pound me between the hips and I begin to panic, knowing their passion will destroy me.”
― Strangers in Paradise: Pocket Book 1
“I remember back when I was in school. When things were more normal. I remember how hard everything was. Every exam, every essay. I remember thinking how it would be easier to die than to write the first word on an empty screen. Every. Single. Time. And my parents always saying you'll be fine, you'll be fine. Stop worrying. You always do well. And I hated that they were right. I hated them for being right. Every. Single. Time. Because just once, I wanted someone to acknowledge how hard it all really was. The crying and the dying and the headaches and the heartaches. To say it out loud so that I could hear it. Just once. And then I'd just get on with it. But I'd know that they knew that it wasn't fine at all and that it probably never would be. But we'd just get on with it. Like we always do.”
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“Malus: 'You look like a person with doubts.'
Zoe: 'I wonder sometimes if any of this is real - or is it just a business, selling hope to people who can't afford it?'
Malus: 'Clever people have been asking that question since the iron age, Zoe. The answer remains the same.'
Zoe: 'And... ?'
Malus: 'Business is good.'
(A dialogue regarding the Church between a demon and a human.)”
― Rachel Rising, Volume 3: Cemetery Songs
Zoe: 'I wonder sometimes if any of this is real - or is it just a business, selling hope to people who can't afford it?'
Malus: 'Clever people have been asking that question since the iron age, Zoe. The answer remains the same.'
Zoe: 'And... ?'
Malus: 'Business is good.'
(A dialogue regarding the Church between a demon and a human.)”
― Rachel Rising, Volume 3: Cemetery Songs
“Has a confrontational ring to it, doesn't it? Like saying, the sky is rubber, or, your foot's a hippopotamus.”
― Echo: Collider
― Echo: Collider
“Scribbled and scratching,
Half finished pages at dawn
People that live here are wondering
Where all their strength's gone.
Moments of splendor
Wind up like ashes in rain,
One look you're smiling,
Another your face is in pain.
I wake up at night
With the sweat on my head.
A look in your eyes
That will haunt me til dead.
I just can't seem to shake it,
Something about what you said:
How love's like an orphan,
A motherless child gone unfed.
So we laugh with the joker
Hold back the tears til they're gone.
Drink and be merry
They'll find us all dead men at dawn.
We're so far away
From wherever we came
That sometimes I wonder
We'll see it again.
It's true what they say...
You can't always go home,
You can't always be warm inside.
That, in love, we're like orphans,
Strangers in paradise.”
― Strangers in Paradise, Volume 2: I Dream of You
Half finished pages at dawn
People that live here are wondering
Where all their strength's gone.
Moments of splendor
Wind up like ashes in rain,
One look you're smiling,
Another your face is in pain.
I wake up at night
With the sweat on my head.
A look in your eyes
That will haunt me til dead.
I just can't seem to shake it,
Something about what you said:
How love's like an orphan,
A motherless child gone unfed.
So we laugh with the joker
Hold back the tears til they're gone.
Drink and be merry
They'll find us all dead men at dawn.
We're so far away
From wherever we came
That sometimes I wonder
We'll see it again.
It's true what they say...
You can't always go home,
You can't always be warm inside.
That, in love, we're like orphans,
Strangers in paradise.”
― Strangers in Paradise, Volume 2: I Dream of You
“My life is scribbling and scratching and half finished pages at dawn. If anything, I've learned you can't always go home... You can't always be warm inside. That without love, we're never more than strangers in paradise!”
― The Complete Strangers in Paradise, Volume 1
― The Complete Strangers in Paradise, Volume 1
“Lilith: 'Your daughter is special. Her gifts need to be developed and nourished.'
Mary: 'I take care of my own.'
Lilith: 'You're feeding her body - I'll feed her spirit.'
Mary: 'The Lord feeds her spirit, through the Good Book.'
Lilith: 'That book wasn't written for her, Mary, nor you. It was written for people of another time... and they're long gone. It has nothing to do with you. If you had any idea how little you people matter to God...”
― Rachel Rising, Volume 4: Winter Graves
Mary: 'I take care of my own.'
Lilith: 'You're feeding her body - I'll feed her spirit.'
Mary: 'The Lord feeds her spirit, through the Good Book.'
Lilith: 'That book wasn't written for her, Mary, nor you. It was written for people of another time... and they're long gone. It has nothing to do with you. If you had any idea how little you people matter to God...”
― Rachel Rising, Volume 4: Winter Graves
“In all my lives, the only thing I've seen save people from themselves is hope. Hope beyond logic. Hope beyond what the eye can see. Filled with hope, the human spirit is an insatiable force of energy, transcending biology to embrace something eternal. Without hope, the spirit dies and nothing awaits but death.”
― Rachel Rising, Volume 7: Dust to Dust
― Rachel Rising, Volume 7: Dust to Dust




