It was difficult to anticipate—in these monsters with enormous, fantastic beaks which they opened wide immediately after birth, hissing greedily to show the backs of their throats, in these lizards with frail, naked bodies of hunchbacks—the futur...
With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of my heart, my pulse thumping beneath his fingers. He kis...
Mastrionotti: Started in Kansas City. Couple of housewives. Deutsch: Couple days ago we see the same M.O. out in Los Feliz. Mastrionotti: Doctor. Ear, nose and throat man. Deutsch: All of which he's now missin'. Mastrionotti: Well, some of his throat...
Sometimes a role might be difficult on my throat.
I was a naturally aggressive left-back, a cut-throat tackler.
Religion has certainly been shoved down my throat.
I have a perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it.
I shall seize fate by the throat.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
I did have a lucky thing going on there in my throat.
Ben Bradlee: Where's the goddamn story? Bob Woodward: The money's the key to whatever this is. Ben Bradlee: Says who? Howard Simons: Deep Throat. Ben Bradlee: Who? Howard Simons: Oh, that's Woodward's garage freak; his source in the executive departm...
Bob Woodward: Gordon Liddy was fired by Mitchell because he wouldn't talk to the F.B.I. Deep Throat: You'll hear more. Bob Woodward: Will he talk? Deep Throat: I was at a party once, and, uh, Liddy put his hand over a candle, and he kept it there. He...
You can't jam change down the American people's throat.
Gullibility is a knife at the throat of civilization.
When he laughed in his throat, the butterfly laughed at me too. It's obscene fluttering corrupted me into darkness.
You'd have a good voice, if it ever came out of your throat.
The oblique paradox of propaganda is that the lie in the throat becomes, by repetition, the truth in the heart.
M. Gustave: Who's got The Throat-Slitter?
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Being an M.C. is all about just going for the throat.
I'm the guy they used to call Deep Throat.
