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1 " All these angels start coming out of the boxes and everywhere, guys carrying crucifixes and stuff all over the place, and the whole bunch of them - thousands of them - singing “Come All Ye Faithful” like mad. Big deal. It’s supposed to be religious as hell, I know, and very pretty and all, but I can’t see anything religious or pretty, for God’s sake, about a bunch of actors carrying crucifixes all over the stage. When they all finished and started going out the boxes again, you could tell they could hardly wait to get a cigarette of something. I saw it with old Sally Hayes the year before, and she kept saying how beautiful it was, the costumes and all. I said old jesus probably would’ve puked if he could see it. "
― J.D. Salinger , The Catcher in the Rye
2 " If you want friends you must be friendly. Always complaining and posting negative comments is not going to bring you friends. No one likes to get puked on. "
― John Patrick Hickey , Oops! Did I Really Post That
3 " She spoke under her breath to Nick. " Is there a reason he's only wearing one sock?" " He puked on his foot." " Oh." She turned back to Huxley. " Can we get you another sock? Maybe a blanket or something? "
4 " norris didn't cry, but he was apt to puke on them, the way he had puked on homer gamache that time he had found homer sprawled in a ditch out by homeland cemetary, beaten to death with his own artificial arm. "
― Stephen King , Needful Things
5 " I puked rainbows all over my childhood, and it felt so good. "
― L.K. Elliott , Confessions of an Ex Hot Mess
6 " February 2009 January 4. January 4. January 4. I rubbed the paper on my red calendar. I cried into the little box, into the last day we had sex.I was a tornado. I puked hurricanes. I was Jodi Arias. There were no more tears for him. Swirling eddies of vodka, pills, fattening food, and tears. Vortexes corralled other vortexes. They joined forces with the eyes of other storms far out into the Gulf, and Atlantic, and castrated my heart first, then everything below the neck. Fuck the heart; my brain was mauled into mush. He didn’t have a heart—and possibly, neither did I. The heart had nothing to do with a whirlpool of circles and left and rights I navigated. "
― Christy Heron , Unrequited - One Girl, Thirteen Boyfriends, and Vodka
