Joe Gillis (as narrator): You don't yell at a sleepwalker. He may fall and break his neck.
If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?
My mom would put me in these preppy little suits and slick my hair to the side. I have these baby pictures of me where I'm this little preppy kid with a sweater tied around my neck.
Ray: Back off, shorty! Jimmy: You don't know karate! [Ray karate chops Jimmy's neck]
Substitute the word gay for straight and she's the exact same pain in the neck kid sister she was before she told us.
If the hairs on my neck stand up while I'm writing, I figure the reader will get the same kind of shock.
I've just been bitten on the neck by a vampire... mosquito. Does that mean that when the night comes I will rise and be annoying?
The pigeon here is a beautiful bird, of a delicate bronze colour, tinged with pink about the neck, and the wings marked with green and purple.
His noise is getting quieter, but I can still see it there still- See how he feels the skin of my hand against his, see how he wants to take it and press it against his mouth, how he wants to breathe in the smell of me and how beautiful I look to him...
Martin Vanger: It might amuse you that while you were upstairs having moose with me and Liv, who, by the way, finds me conventional, I had Irina down there in that cage. Martin Vanger: [points to cage and Mikael sees it] Martin Vanger: Who's Irina, y...
He ran his finger along my jawline and down my neck. "The wait will be fun, but it's not going to be easy.
When something needs to be said, I'll say it even if the whole world grabs me by the neck and tells me to keep quiet.
I keep guitars that are, you know, the neck's a little bit bent and it's a little bit out of tune. I want to work and battle it and conquer it and make it express whatever attitude I have at that moment. I want it to be a struggle.
Martin, at my age, eroticism is reduced to enjoying caramel custard and looking at widows' necks.' - Senor Sempere.
A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls.
His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.
Most people’ll run from their own mother to get to hug death by the neck. They cant wait to see him.
I never plan for the future but wander into it with a smile on my face, hope in my heart, and the hair up on the nape of my neck.
A moment passed, perhaps half a second when their faces said what they felt, and then Emma was smiling, laughing, her arms around his neck.
I have to say, her blonde bob was amazing. The delicate way it hugged her face and neck. The softness of it...
His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
