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1 " Dippy sniffs box. Dippy cannot comprehend challenging concepts such as " inside" and " outside" - attempts to balance on folded box edge.Dippy falls off box. Box flips over onto Dippy.As Shakespeare would say " There were then divers alarums and great shriekings as of demons or small children under the age of three. "
2 " Katherine is the master of anger; she dominates anger. She takes anger in her hands and twists its neck, ripping its head off. She throws anger against the wall and stomps it to death. Her voice rises, it changes, it conjures up ghosts and cusses in a spitting Irish brogue. Then, when she's tapped out empty, she picked anger up between her a thumb and a forefinger and carries it outside and drops it in the trash. On her way back, she scoops up forgiveness like a bouquet, sniffs it deep and arranges it in a vase. She sets forgiveness down, shining in the middle of everything. "
3 " Loss invites reflection and reformulating and a change of strategies. Loss hurts and bleeds and aches. Loss is always ready to call out your name in the night. Loss follows you home and taunts you at the breakfast table, follows you to work in the morning. You have to make accommodations and broker deals to soften the rabbit punches that loss brings to your daily life. You have to take the word " loser" and add it to your resume and walk around with it on your name tag as it hand-feeds you your own shit in dosages too large for even great beasts to swallow. The word " loser" follows you, bird-dogs you, sniffs you out of whatever fields you hide in because you have to face things clearly and you cannot turn away from what is true. "
4 " Your boyfriend smells bad, says Sarah as she sniffs the armpit of the giant sweatshirt.All boys smell bad I say and she nods her head like we have just figured out something very important. "
― Amy Reed , Beautiful
5 " Tyler rolls out of bed, sniffs the armpits of yesterday's T-shirt, tosses it aside, gets another out of the drawer. His dad sometimes asks him why he sets his alarm so early -- it's summer vacation, after all -- and Tyler can't seem to make him understand that every day is important, especially those filled with warmth and sunlight and no particular responsibilities. It's as if there's some little voice deep inside him, warning him not to waste a minute, not a single one, because time is short. "
― Stephen King , Black House (The Talisman, #2)
6 " I hold the biscuits in front of his face and he stands up." What do I have to do?" he says." Nothing," I say. " They're for you." " Are they poisoned?" he says." No," I say." Eat one," he says.So I do." Probably the others are poisoned," he says. " Eat a fraction of each." I eat a corner off each biscuit. He looks at the reminders suspiciously, then sniffs them." I'm not sure it's worth it," he says. " How I wish you'd never come. Perhaps you've left the poison off of just those corners." I begin to realize I'll doubt whatever information he gives me." Lick the entire biscuit," he says. " Then give them to me." So I lick each biscuit." Both sides," he says.I lick both sides of each biscuit. I give him the wet biscuits and he cracks them open and sniffs them. Then he puts them in his pocket. " What do you want?" he says. " Now that you've failed to poison me to death. "
7 " It’s only sixteen ninety-five," I say with a flutter of my lashes." You’re serious." I prop my hands on my waist and stick out a hip, striking a pose worthy of a supermodel. " Look at me. Don’t I look serious?" She collapses into the chair outside the dressing room in a fit of giggles so cute they make my insides fizz. " No! You must be stopped," she says." Why?" I strut down an aisle of yellowed lingerie, swiveling my hips, batting bras with flicks of my fingers. " I will be the king of the disco. I will be—" I spin and strike another pose. " An inspiration." She sniffs and swipes at her eyes. " The real Dylan would die before he’d be seen in public in something like that." " The real Dylan is boring." I brace my hands on the arms of her chair and lean down until our faces are a whisper apart. " And he’s not one fourth the kisser I am." " Is that right?" Her lips quirk." You know it is." Her smile melts, and her breath comes faster. " Yeah. I do. "
