Teddy

“I know,” I said. “I’m a Triple Scorpio.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

“He’s the October Boy . . . the reaper that grows in the field, the merciless trick with a heart made of treats, the butchering nightmare with the hacksaw face . . . and he’s gonna getcha! That’s what they always told you . . . he’s gonna getcha so you know you’ve been got!!!!!”
― Norman Partridge, Dark Harvest

“Why does that green guck still spawn itself endlessly out of my head, dripping and clinging in my throat, my lungs, blocking in glutinous hunks behind my eyes: I feel sometimes I am blowing out the putrescent remains of my own decayed brains.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Dad, that’s wonderful!” Nancy exclaimed. “I hope we hear something soon.” Her father chuckled. “When you were a little girl, Nancy, you were always eager to have things happen. I used to say to you, ‘Hold your horses!’ Now I’m saying it again. Don’t get your hopes up too high.” Nancy laughed. “Spoken like a lawyer,” she teased, and then said good-by.”
― Carolyn Keene, Nancy's Mysterious Letter