Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.
The Song of AchillesA princess always takes care that her words are honeyed, for she may have to eat them
Some Enchanted EveningThe only wishes that will ever change you are the kind that may, at any moment, eat you whole.
My Fair GodmotherThe old saying that, "you are what you eat" extends beyond the body, and includes experiences.
Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best LifeI’ll wear a fork on my head, and if anybody wants a job, they can eat salad off my scalp.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousThough my stomach is only the size of a pea, I could eat two politicians’ brains.
So many chairs, and no time to sit