Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
It's a dog eat dog world, and Mr. Perfect is a Milk Bone.
Everyone who knows me knows that I don't have a prejudiced bone in my body.
I have severe osteoporosis. Your bones start to collapse.
Ah, but it's nice to be in the opposition, nice to be a bone in somebody's throat.
Robbie: Hey Mom! When it rots can we dig up the bones?
Bones: Are you out of your cornfed mind?
Leonard 'Bones' McCoy: Dammit, man! I'm a doctor, not a physicist!
If you're a musician, you're a musician; you don't ever get that out of your bones.
Since she seen Fortune head in that big pot Miss Lydia say that room make her feel ill, sick with the thought of boiling human broth. I wonder how she think it make me feel? To dust the hands what use to stroke my breast; to dust the arms what hold m...
Across from her, Hunter devoured her meal even more completely than she had. Sinclair watched her sink sharp teeth into the chicken bone, heard it snap, then the soft grunt of satisfaction. She made soft sucking sounds then emptied her mouth of the t...
Big food companies make hot dogs with mechanically separated meat (msm) that, as described matter-of-factly by the [USDA], is "a paste-like and batter-like meat product produced by forcing bones with attached edible meat under high pressure through a...
alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and them men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. fles...
Ree Dolly stood at the break of day on her cold front steps and smelled coming flurries and saw meat. Meat hung from trees across the creek. Carcasses hung pale of flesh with fatty gleam from low limbs of saplings in the side yards. Three halt haggar...
I write because I am alone and move through the world alone. No one will know what has passed through me... I write because there are stories that people have forgotten to tell, because I am a woman trying to stand up in my life... I write out of hur...
There is this certain rawness of soul that puts the polished ones on edge. Some of us just step out and the sunlight illuminates our bones, nerves, veins, cells! And that's just it, we're just like that! Then the others are tinted, polished, honed an...
Awareness seeped in and brought its friends Pain and Agony for a visit.
We cried. The bones and dust of our fathers cried with us.
It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed.
Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.
If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood.
