Fuck Quote by Carl Hiaasen

“Entonces cállate la fucking boca.”

— Junot Díaz

“Chile, it's Friday! The sun is shining, money is circulating & multiplying, y'all live & live to the fullest. No drama, no time for…

— LaNina King

“Hear that, Mr. De Pfeffel Cantab or whatever your name is? That's the sound of the villa in the South of France you could…

— Tim Collins

“one day Manuel returned to the place, and she was gone - no argument, no note, just gone, all her clothes all her stuff,…

— Charles Bukowski

“I know where they are.' 'Where?' 'Why should I tell you?' 'Because, if I don't have a suitcase, I can't go to Paris tomorrow,…

— Katie Alender

“As a result, our big “attic” room was a Hispanic gathering place. Afternoons, it was crowded with boys from Venezuela and Cuba, jabbering away…

— Tom Robbins

“Make sure no one goes Eastwood in Charlotte.”

— David Litt

“He was in Guanajuato, Mexico, he was a writer, and tonight was the Day of the Dead ceremony. He was in a little room…

— Ray Bradbury

“This is your life now?” “Guess so.” “Huh,” I said, summing up the situation perfectly. “Why don’t you go back to LA?” Blue eyes…

— Kylie Scott

“Chris: How do you know if a Frenchman has been in your backyard? Teddy: Hey, I'm French, okay? Chris: Your garbage cans are empty…

— Stephen King

“Every day he stood in front of the Bank of America. You're trapped in the belly of a big pink pig, he said. We…

— Brian Andreas

“The street was one of the seedier places in Juarez, a place where gringo tourists didn't usually show their faces. The tall American who…

— David Archer