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“The Dream isn't really a dream but it exists. It's the reality of the dream that does not.”

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“Beatha - do Mháire Mhic Amhlaoibh, An Fál Mór, Co. Mhaigh Eo. - Níor airigh tú caint ar an slabhcán? - arsa Mary Nell le hiontas, an slabhcán a bhailíodh sí ina gearrchaile di ar charraigreacha an Fháil Mhóir, a thugadh sí abhaile is a ghearradh go mion, é a bhruith ainsin le deoirín uisce. Nuair a d'fhuaraíodh sé dhéanadh sí leac - an blas a bhíodh air leis an ngráinne salainn! Níor bhlais Mary Nell an slabhcán le dhá scór bliain: - Ní bhadrálann éinne thart anseo a thuilleadh leis, Róleitheadhach atá siad. Ach an stuif sin a bhíonns ag fear an tsiopa I bpotaí beaga a thigeann sé, dath pinc air - 'Yoghurt?' - Yoghurt. Yoghurt! M'anam go liveálfainn ar an stuif sin. M'anam go liveálfainn air. -”

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Book:INNTI: Uimhir a ceathair déag
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“Once I'd cunt licked these assemblages to orgasm - mother, daughter, yoghurt - we began cock fucking. OK, so I can't prove that the yoghurt had an orgasm but it is equally impossible to state definitively that it didn't. Amid all that woman becoming dog moaning, who is to say there wasn't yoghurt becoming woman moaning? Dog, woman, yoghurt, tongue, cunt, all played innumerable polymorphously perverse roles in our oral fucking. I got on top of one woman becoming man assemblage and battered my way into his twat, as I did this the other woman becoming man assemblage stroked, squeezed and caressed me. We moved around, ground around, prick penetrated new cunt. At some point arse became cunt and finger became prick. Cunt arse, prick finger, orgasm.”

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Book:Cunt
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“Purées of plum or dusky berries float on glass pots of yoghurt; scallops and oysters quiver on the half-shell and platters of sashimi sit on jagged crystals of crushed ice. Slices of boiled bacon with a mustard glaze are arranged in a soldierly line; poached white fish is wantonly sprinkled with spring onions; a mixture of aubergines and minced pork and another of hot and leafy mustard greens bask in chafing dishes next to stainless-steel cauldrons of miso soup. There are wicker baskets of dumplings steaming and a whole table of ingredients--- rice, eggs, greens and soy sauce--- with which to build your own bibimbap.”

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Book:A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts
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“This is as good a place as any for you to locate the bastard,” Tam said. “Bastard? I thought you said you never met Rache.” “I haven’t. He hurt you, he’s hunting Chigaru, therefore he’s a bastard. The goblin language has much more accurate terms, but that one will do for now.” “Do you mean jak’aprit?” Vegard asked helpfully. Tam inhaled with intense satisfaction. “The very word. Well done, Vegard.” The big Guardian grinned. “I believe in knowing how to insult a man in every language.”

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Book:Con & Conjure
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