Pity. What a useless emotion when you don't act on it. Pity is supposed to trigger compassion.
Oh hell no,” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “I’m not playing Buffy the goddamn Vampire Slayer with you.
Mina’s mouth dropped open, and he bent his head as if to kiss her. She jammed her gun barrel under his chin. He grinned.
Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.
Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant?" "Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir.
The party in Alobar’s head, which agitation and anxiety were throwing, now was crashed by a notion: existence can be rearranged.
When a problem threatens to engulf you, there's nothing like irrelevant detail to keep your head above water.
Having a roof over your head with enough food to eat is a fundamental need of all humans if they are to achieve happiness.
That girl has done things to your head.' He pats my back, 'Don’t pretend she’s not crawling inside of yours.
Oh no." I said panic rising in my chest. "No, no, no, Somebody get a can opener. I've got a god in my head!!
It is love, the teeth told him, that resurrects life from death. Leave us here. Turn your head to the living.
The arms, legs, and torso with head were dragged away in sections as the children were captivated by the drama, zealously chewing their candies with sticky teeth.
The problem with abstractions (like reports and documents) is that they create illusions of agreement. A hundred people can read the same words, but in their heads, they’re imagining a hundred different things.
If you can cut the head off of this broom-goober with that sword, then I'll believe you can gank zombies with it.
I sighed. ‘It doesn’t matter what we do. Money comes and goes.’ I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter and you know it doesn’t.
Maybe honor was in its twilight. Maybe it had always been heading that way. Or worse, maybe it had always been an illusion.
His head was on one side, listening to me, and that was such sweeness to me, that he listened intently. No one, it seemed, has ever listened like he does.
Do what you choose to do with all your heart, head and hands! Your attitude determines how passionate you do what you chose to do.
For Arthur, words gathered in waterfall thoughts that spilled off the page into the pools of imaginaton collecting in his head.
Once you place that crown of liar on your head, you can take it off again, but it leaves a stain for all time.
Holy fellatio! You are standing there licking him up with your eyes! Do you freaking hear the old seventies porn music playing in your head?
