Kevin Moccia Quotes

Eager toward day!" Striker howled. If Striker could have whistled a tune would have accompanied his ritual salutation, but his teeth were not those of a wandering troubadour, and his own tongue would have been deli sliced at the first "hi-ho".

Keys parachuted down into one of the exact seats he purchased that he and his father sat in as season ticket holders in the Old Barn on Grand River Avenue. Keys slipped his arm around the empty chair dressed with his father's withering Tiger's baseball cap, secured to the seat with a quarter inch drywall screw. Keys reflected upon his father, who chauffeured Keys and other players, every weekend, to a hockey tournament somewhere, "You know pop…every kid you gave a ride too game or practice, came to your funeral. When this hat falls away, no more screws, pop. I'm gonna branch out…make new friends. Soon as these gypsy moths get a hold of your precious, Old English "D", here--turn your glory years, Kaline and Mclain into tree threads.

The scent of the sweating rabbits pressing against the cage, filled Striker's snout, causing him to drip huge drool wads--lathering the rabbits that pushed against the back of the cage with big, moist doggie loogies.

Striker counted twenty-eight rabbits pulling the roots at the front of the cage, with at least twenty more rabbits on each side and twenty or so pushing from the back. "I could easily kill them all!" Striker thought, as the ground gave way and everything went dark.

Perhaps Clarence's knowledge of the enormous day-to-day expense of the war machine was too much for a man who's own father had insisted, "Never to waste salt on a radish!

The male rabbits began chattering their teeth against another's, filling the room with a spastic, scratching sound, similar to a full shift of skate blades on a puck chase, cutting fresh ice.
"An animal on a farm has no worth if it isn't useful. I earned my right to survive--I'm named!

Judge Fowler knew Clara was not long for the world--it was the manner of how she seized everything that gave her away. Clara was vibrant in youth, beautiful and radiant upon her wedding night beyond compare! But death cannot be masked from those who can see the outline of its features scribbled in the margins of another's being.

Assured that there would be a meal set aside for him somewhere, the beagle pulled his mind off the gnawing emptiness in his stomach, mounted the flattened stump, marched into the center and stood, stock-still, on his vein-coiled, burst of speed legs and gnarled paws--listening!

Welcome!" proclaimed, Barrister Homes with the fanfare of a wrinkled ringmaster, his palm frond ears bending like alien tentacles one upwards and one out.

Twilight draped the fertile landscape, like a dampened threadbare sheet, hung over the sun to dry.

Romantics. This book does contain some romantic ideas, and romantic situations that are of the heart, nothing that is in anyway X rated, not even R. But definitely a bit of romance.

When the golden rabbit had safely emerged out of the forbidden passage, he pondered the direction back to his lair. "How can it be I don't live where I used to live anymore? How can that be? Alright then….alright. What a strange dream…I feel as though I've been eaves dropping in tempo…but not in time!" The hare hopped off, humming passages from Miles Davis' "Kind of Blue".