“Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections.” EyeRunningDesireDarkImagineWeekColorBabyMouthsUniversalElectionSizeExtremesWideRagePresidentialVotingLive ByCoveredSweatPotatoesMutePresidential ElectionInfantileHippo Book:Idoru Source: Idoru
“I used to walk into a party and scan the room for attractive women. Now I look for women to hold my baby so I can eat potato salad sitting down.” LooksI CanUsedWalksRoomsPartyBabySittingAttractivePotatoesSaladSitting DownMy BabyAttractive WomanPotato Salad Author:Paul Reiser
“I've never really understood the desire people have to quantify a baby. "He's X big and Y long," As if the baby is a fish you're not sure you're going to keep. Or some prize potato you're hoping will win a prize at the county fair.” PeopleIfsLongBigsDesireWinningBabyUnderstoodFairsFishesNot SurePrizePotatoesCountyCounty Fair Author:Patrick Rothfuss