by The Dragonfly Thief » Mon Sep 05, 2011 5:33 am
Arya slipped behind him, following him pasted what looked like stoat closed carridges that moved without horses. They all gleamed brightly in the sun light. As they were walking, they past by a man. He was carrying his wallet on the outside of his pants. Silly man, don't he know about pick pockets? Or me? Swiftly and silently, her hand reached out to grap his wallet. Arya slipped it off the belt and stuffed it in her pockets. The man just kept walking, not noticing anything was wrong. She ran to catch up to him. When she stood it front of the store with him, the bright flashing lights amazed her. "What are those?" she asked, pointing to them.
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.”
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
"Everything looks good from here... (beat...playing with plastic dinosaurs over his console) Yes. Yes, this is a fertile land, and we will thrive."
(as Stegosaurus) "We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... 'This Land'."
(as T-Rex) "I think we should call it...your grave!"
(Stegosaurus) "Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"
(T-Rex) "Ha ha HA! Mine is an evil laugh...now die!"
Wash, Firefly