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“Nothing about him looked particularly demonic, at least by classical standards. No horns, no wings. Admittedly he was listening to a Best of Queen tape, but no conclusions should be drawn from this because all tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.”
― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens

“Images of the blackened pages floating up, the flames, the sounds, the smell of the uncreation”
― Stephen King, Misery

“Anger the moon which brought the tide?”
― Stephen King, Misery

“A lass who usually looked like a queen at midnight and a goblin at ten the next morning.”
― Stephen King, Misery

“the Sovereign State of Reality and the People’s Republic of Paranoia.”
― Stephen King, Misery

“There was a photo of a balding, bespectacled man who looked to Paul like the type of fellow who might eat boogers in secret.”
― Stephen King, Misery

“you beat a typewriter instead of your meat,”
― Stephen King, Misery

“it was just the cat, a crosseyed Siamese named Dumpster”
― Stephen King, Misery

“For legal reasons, the authors are clearly stating that there is no hard evidence that any Republican vice presidential candidate has ever had or desired sexual relations with furniture or oceanic mammals.”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“Dennis J. Rance has been under immense pressure since being chosen as the Vice Presidential Candidate.”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“Content notes: This story contains a Republican,”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“There are also references to dolphin attraction and associated content”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“dirty-talking (to a couch), slut-shaming (the same couch), light BDSM (couch spanking), technical furniture v0re/”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“Trent, his running mate,”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“Trent Donaldson”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“Thinking about all that slick, gray flesh really got his motor humming,”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“FINFUCKERS apparently led to Finance Bro porn, rather than his favorite human-dolphin content creator, FINFUCKERZ”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“but Dennis knew to the marrow of his bones what was to blame for his college-long dry spell: feminism.”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“Oh yeah, this couch wanted to be bred.”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“Dennis hadn’t meant to cuckold his couch,”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“President Dennis J. Rance was was going to fucking flood this slutty sofa with cum.”
― Vera Valentine, Pushin' Cushions

“I remember you as a little boy,” she told me, not long ago, “but when I look at you now, I don’t know who you are.” I told her I occasionally had the same feeling about myself”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“She loved my mother, too; she just never understood her—and when however small a measure of jealousy is mixed with misunderstanding, there is going to be trouble.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“confess I was nervous that Owen would embarrass me—I am ashamed of feeling that, to this day.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“In Owen’s opinion, he had INTERRUPTED AN ANGEL, he had DISTURBED AN ANGEL AT WORK, he had UPSET THE SCHEME OF THINGS.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“I know that’s what he believed: he, Owen Meany, had interrupted the Angel of Death at her holy work; she had reassigned the task—she gave it to him.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“I think it is most strange and improper that you should allow that little devil to sleep in your bed.” “He had a fever,” my mother said. “And I was very sleepy.” “He has something more serious than a fever, all the time,” my grandmother said. “He acts and sounds as if he’s possessed.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“Rev. Dudley Wiggin—the rector of the Episcopal Church—who was a bumpkin of boredom.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany