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?
What's a philosopher?' said Brutha. Someone who's bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,' said a voice in his head.
I’ve come to accept the voices in my head… I just wish they didn’t spit when they talk.
... Mary bit her lip. “She is merely saying hello.” , Tottie agreed. . Her hand glided over his chest and headed down. cocky
Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine.
I am more than a little jealous that the wonder I am party to has been sprinkled over Salinger's gray head.
I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.
The serial murderer often seeks the very form of capital punishment that is being held over his head as a deterrent.
She shook her head and whispered, "No. No! That can't be true. Impossible!" "You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true!
...home lies in the things you carry with you everywhere and not the ones that tie you down.
