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Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters
they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
"It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”
You forgot the best one though-
"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t."
"Yeah I don’t know, I’m kind of into the crowd at the Hog’s Head at the moment, you probably haven’t been there"
this started to venture a little away from hipster!harry but i did my best to reign it back ah well. complete with ironic dark mark tattoo and home-distressed and decorated deathly hallows denim jacket
Sam Winchester’s Journal - Entry #65
Even in the life of a hunter whose basic occupation is to chop vampires’ heads off or fight against villains as diverse as the Scribe of God or the King of Hell, you have days, particular days, where absolutely nothing happens: the phone doesn’t ring once and local newspapers are only filled with random info about kids going on school trips or the heartbreaking story of Mrs. Sullivan, 98, who tragically passed away after choking on a peanut. Even the bad guys, like Crowley, are M.I.A, probably on vacation somewhere between Cannes and Monte-Carlo.
Today, however, wasn’t one of those days. I can even say it was rich in surprises and action.
"His senior year (of high school), he played Tony in West Side Story. He’d never sung before in front of an audience. And he beat the best male singer at the school for that part. The guys was on fire.”
When you’re a Jet, you’re a jet all the way…..