World's End Quotes

“For some strange reason, probably having to do with the moon shot, UFOs and the accoustic quality of the snow-laden air, her voice seemed to boom out across the water as if she were leading cheers through a megaphone. Someone handed her the joint. She inhaled, and was quiet.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“The first time they’d docked at Peterskill there’d been a bunch of jerks waiting for them with signs that read WAKE UP, AMERICA: PETERSKILL DID!, and at Cold Spring a troop of big-armed women in what looked like nurses’ uniforms had showed up to wave flags as if they had a patent on them.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“She was wearing some sort of fur hat pulled down to her eyes and a raccoon coat over a flesh-colored body stocking. And boots. Red, blue, yellow and orange frilled and spangled high-heeled cowgirl boots.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“But for now—for this thumping, glorious, wind-scoured moment—he was sailing.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“You can’t be serious,” he said. “You mean this is the big secret, this is why you screwed us all over—because of some forgotten shit that went down hundreds of years ago?”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“they were convicted of high treason and armed rebellion against the authority of the Crown (the brick constituting, for Stephanus’ purposes, a potentially lethal weapon—lethal, in any case, to manorial windows).”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“For weeks in advance of the date he would storm and rage and fulminate about the inequity of it all, and the old contumacious fire-breathing spirit arose like a phoenix from the ashes of his contentment.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“In de Pekel Zitten”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“And music. What would a wedding be without it?”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“At that, Jeremias idly swung the war club to his shoulder, where the weight of the ball bowed it like the arm of a catapult. The door stood open still and the elemental scent of the land rose to his nostrils, a scent of vitality and decay, of birth and death. He looked the Jongheer full in the face. “Come and get me,” he said.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“To complete the ensemble, he wore a jeweled rapier at his side, a floppy hat surmounted by a three-foot yellow plume, and so many silver and brass buckles he actually jingled like a sack of coins as his mount picked its way up the road.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“she could feel the water rising around her. Gray, lapping waves, nothing severe, a ripple fanning out across the broad flat surface, rocking the boat as gently as the breeze rocked the cradle of that baby high in the treetops.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“The jukebox started up with the sound of shattering glass and rocks against the flanks of buses.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End

“His shirt, which seemed to be fashioned from a synthetic fabric composed of Handi-Wrap and styrofoam, featured a pair of bleeding eyeballs and a slick pink tongue that plunged into the depths of his waistband.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, World's End