Pulp Fiction Buff Pillows

"Marlowe filled the crooked gumshoe full of lead. He watched the smoke from his .38 coil in the air as he… mommy’s behind me, isn’t she?"

"In the first place, it isn't "maddening crowd.' It's 'madding crowd.' "

'The iceman cometh too soon!'

'Alas, poor Yorick, I knew you well. But dude, you're creeping me out, so I gotta un-friend you!'

"I think I may have stumbled on something, Walpole."

German Expressionist Breakfast

"All our extras are ex-soccer players - they're the best at dramatically faking injuries."

"Have you read any of Shakespeare's plays?"

The writer: something who devotes a lifetime of solitude to the same of communication.

"Look! No hands!"

"The spoon, he ran away with the goddam spoon."

John Bunyan

Audio Books

'Yorick? No, I don't think so, unless of course he was a Neanderthal!'

Elvis Presley

'Good news. We're not Daft Punk.'

Emily Dickinson: Mime - "I think she's saying something about death."

Rape of the Lock- The Dream

'Hi, my name is Bruce Wayne, but not THE Bruce Wayne!'

'It's a novel based on a movie adapted from a magazine article that was inspired by a video game.'

Humpty Dumpty goes bungee jumping.

"It's about the murder of an editor who refuses to publish a writer's work..."

Moby Dick

'I was hounded out of office!', 'That explains the smell.'

"Eye of pie...a**e of rat...p**s of newt."

Shakespeare. Hamlet. Romeo and Juliet. "To be or not to be, that is the question". "We are such stuff …As dreams are made of …" "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would small as sweet." That Shakespeare guy had some neat sound bites.

"Yo, Ned Beatty, paddle harder if you ever want to kiss me again."

Myths and legends...

'Fyodor Dostoevsky sends weeks describing Alexy Karamazov's quest for a white whale, and then discards the entire chapter."

Fifty shades of Leveson.

"Hamlet. By William Shakespeare." Painting.

Shakespeare Street

The loving, yet vengeful God of Cheshire!

"If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore, and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! … Emerson" "Good boy!"

T.S. Eliot lacks the courage to eat a peach.