As well as writing, 2004 saw my first attempt at wine making: the elixir of life. Unfortunately, my effort tasted more like the elixir of death.
Just because other people think something, that doesn't make it true. Maybe there's some truth in that, but it's unsatisfying, bitter-tasting truth.
The myriad of flavors explode on my tongue, shimmy through my mouth, slap my taste buds and call them filthy bastards, and I love it.
What would angel lips taste like? Sunshine? Marshmallows? Or something altogether different? Maybe buttered-popcorn jelly beans.
Jersey cows,” Eva explained after Jac complimented the luxurious taste. “The butter and cream here are better than anywhere in the world.” “Not that we’re prejudiced,” Theo teased.
...they say [Finn] has tasted the Nuts of Wisdom." Elatha laughed. "Perhaps the Nuts of Wisdom will gird him against your sister.
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.
It's funny how cucumber water can taste so much better than pickle juice, even though they come from the same source.
[T]hey are much to be pitied who have not ... been given a taste for Nature in early life. They lose a great deal.
Science is history arranged according to the superstition and taste of the moment. The vocabulary of scholars has no wit, no salt. These heavy tomes have no soul, they are filled with distress...
In the midst of the battle between rebellion and surrender Bantry was suddenly uncertain what Flynn was starved for. The sensuality of a man’s kiss? Or the rich, iron taste of blood?
The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong.
Scratch a female inmate, I've discovered, and you'll usually find a girl whose mother had terrible taste in men.
I didn't actually know what regret tasted like—but I imagined if it did have a flavor, it would be lutefisk.
How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.
Wil ate without enthusiasm. His bacon tasted like nothing. Like a dead animal, fried. His eggs, aborted chickens.
In all marriages there is the imbalance: one who loves more than the other. One who licks wounds in secret, the rust-taste of blood.
What if I don’t like adventure? Then cultivate a taste for it. Take a chance. That’s how you grow.
He wanted to regain his memory, but not if it cost him Victoria. He would give up everything for her.
There ain't no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by it.
When chickens get to live like chickens, they'll taste like chickens, too.
