The road to hell was paved with the bones of men who did not know when to quit fighting.
Enemy WomenPerhaps there had been joy for them in finding that sugar could be made from blood.
The Farming of BonesDead people put on weight, it seems to me; both in their flesh and in our minds, they put on weight.
Bag of BonesEndless days of dark indoors and hateful glances are enough to set a rime on anyone’s bones.
Burial Ritesif you don’t try at anything, you can’t fail… it takes back bone to lead the life you want
Revolutionary Road