I should contribute generously to the war chest of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union. But, I do not contribute at all.
I darted away from Geir and jmped through the gaping hole in the wall Will's body had made. The settling dust choked me, but I made it through and ran to Will. He was struggling to his feet, leaning heavily on his sword as the point dug into the cold...
I felt the familiar warm tingling at the center of my chest and had just enough time to gasp as some invisible hand yanked me forward, smacking my forehead against the dashboard with enough force to stun me dumb. Chubs slammed on the brakes, forcing ...
Grabbing a scarf off the chair, I threw it at him. He caught it, clutching it to his chest as he flew into the air. "You gave Tink a scarf. Tink is free!" He flew out into the hallway like a little cracked-out fairy, screeching, "Tink is freeeeee!" R...
It's a strange feeling, when you hear a good piece of music. It starts out kind of shaky, this hot, heavy knot in your chest. At first it's tiny, like a spot of light in a dark room, but then it builds, pouring through you. And the next thing you kno...
The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.
I broke my neck, it's a classic neck break from chin to chest. If I had been alone, I would probably be dead.
You have the maturity of a 14-year-old boy!“ Kennedy hisses. "And you have the chest of one.
Yesterday I complained of chest pains. My cat scratched my nipples.
If my chest grew cat hair, I wouldn’t know whether to pluck it or pet it.
My only memories of school are of being beaten, of being hit in the playground, of masters poking their fingers in my chest all day.
But when I am due… Keep local the chest to lay rest my simple skins in,
If you get something right, you really feel it, right in your chest, on stage. I think it's an incomparable experience.
I used to design for my body, which was flat-chested with big hips. That's why my clothes were tight on top with full skirts.
When I get intimate with my paintings, it's a real good spiritual thing to get off my chest. Same as playing the instruments is a great release.
At boarding school you had to wear your name across your chest and your back, and obviously I had a pretty funny name. It wasn't Brown or Smith or Hughes.
Right now I'm on my God flow, you know what I mean? I got Job 1:21 tattooed on my chest.
Part of doing stand-up is to get things off your chest. It's a bit like being in a psychiatrist's chair - but more enjoyable.
I tend to feel really protective of songs, and if they aren't sitting well in a record, I'll pull them tight to my chest until I feel it's a better time.
Sherlock Holmes: Who's been dancing on my chest?
Lean your body forward slightly to support the guitar against your chest, for the poetry of the music should resound in your heart.
