I'm not a goddamned faith healer! I don't talk to God! I'm a mechanic and her goddamned engine was broken! --Joanne — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
Rita folded her arms around herself and peered up at me. “If you’d asked me three months ago I’d have said you were hitting… — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
“All thinking things fear. Sentience, perhaps, is facing that fear and conquering it rather than succumbing. A tiger will drown in a tar pit,… — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
“He can’t keep this up forever, Joanne. Stop fucking around." Did other people have little voices in their heads that said things like that?” — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
“You ever get the feeling your life is a string festooned with bells and tie4d to hundreds of others you don't know anything about?… — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
Thank God genuine video phones hadn't been invented. I hadn't even grabbed a towel. Ford Prefect would despair of me. — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
“He rallied a little. "Who are you? What do you know about this? Disease control is our job, not yours. Who are you?" "My… — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
“But maybe, just maybe, I was who and where and what I needed to be. Maybe all the prices that had been paid were… — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
I suppose I knew on an intellectual level that graves weren't especially made for getting out of. I mean, you start with a hermetically… — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
“Yes " Morrison said dryly. "I'm sure it would have helped with flying the car, if any of us had been calm and rational… — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
“In Ireland, you go to someone's house, and she asks you if you want a cup of tea. You say no, thank you, you're… — C.E. Murphy Copy Share Image
