“Toyed with the idea of letting it go to voicemail, then remembered the sick messages the phone-sex salesman had been leaving me,” — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“Reputable companies don’t get their test subjects through ads in gaming magazines,” — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“Joseph Miller had allowed the Universe to reduce him to being someone’s Tuesday afternoon monkey-poop scooper.” — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“So, this guy entered my store, browsed my crap in his suit, sandals, and stickered sombrero, and completely broke my concentration.” — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“I'm looking into my past lives. I'm convinced some of them still owe me money.” — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“You’re stuck with yourself for the rest of your life, and now you know, beyond a doubt, that you’re an asshole.” — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“what Warren was playing seemed to be a mixture of craps and table tennis.” — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“I’d urge you to stay away from any and all martial arts practitioners for the time being.” — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“If that’s the case, then maybe you should be looking at people who wanted him dead, not people who needed him to scoop up… — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“Just before I look under my bed, I always get a little cold feeling, as if part of me expects to find something staring… — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“Didn’t fall asleep. Spent the better part of the night listening to Warren drill holes in my floor.” — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“I shouted the perfect words to scare him off. It was just the delivery (and only the delivery) that made me sound like a… — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
“it sounds like my neighbor is stir-frying hamsters in a large enameled wok.” — Graham Parke Copy Share Image
