Hate has a way of going after its own kind, in the end. It attacks its very bones. That’s because a hateful person needs an audience, and a victim. Without one or the other, it...

In the deepest places, where physical norms collapse under the crushing water, bodies still fall softly through the dark, days after their vessels have capsized. They decay on their long journey down. Nothing will hit...

I always have.

My bones are my unique home.

You’re not a woman,” he said finally. “You’re the Grim Reaper with red hair!

I’d address his way of trying to discourage Ian later. After all, he could have come up with something other than saying I was a whiny, smelly, trumpet-snoring bad lay.

The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.The ocean is a place of skin, rich...

Take off my clothes and there becomes a man. Take off my skin and there becomes my bones. Break all my bones and there becomes my heart. Smash my heart and there becomes my soul....

Whatever would give you the idea that I’m her damn brother?

There were place cards at the head table, which was one long, rectangular thing that would have everyone facing the reception room. I sat at the one marked Chritine Russell. Randy say to my left,...

I clearly saw the skeleton underneathall this show of personalitywhat is left of a manand all his pride but bones?

Aside from that, all I heard was enough repetitions of ‘how many chucks could a woodchuck chuck’ to make me want to stake myself.

Don’t be decieved by your mortality, you’re just a piece of debris, and the sophisticated one lies inside us which was either created or would be destroyed.

Before we go, I gotta know: If mind-reading abilities are real, there’s something else I wondered if fiction got right about vampires-“”Ask me if I sparkle and I’ll kill you where you stand,” Bones cut...

I love you, Kitten.Don’t try to get out of this. We’ll see if you love me when I pay you back.Even then I will love you, Bones called out as I stomped away.

Kessa ran her fingers over her stomach. Flat. But was it flat enough? Not quite. She still had some way to go. Just to be safe, she told herself. Still, it was nice the way...

I stood there feeling the lightness of my bones, knowing now this was not only lack of sleep that had transformed my bones into feathers, but my body’s recognition that soon I would be leaving...

We are preaching hope, standing on the bones of the past.

Have you met my boyfriend?”There. That was a doozy. His eyes narrowed, and his lips thinned into a tight line. Yep, Noah was a mood kill for both of us.

Objects and ObjectivesTo contemplate LEGO. Many colours. Many shapes. Many inventive and useful shapes. Plastic. A versatile and practical substance. Symbolic of the resourcefulness of man. Oil taken from the depths of the very earth....

Charles, mate, you fret too much. I’m a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle.””Handle your blood?” Bones offered dryly.Ian grinned. “Exactly.

Today I speak to my bones as I would speak to a dog. I want to go up the stairs, I tell them. Up, up, up, with one leg dragging. Is the ache deep in...

Bones has always been smart,” I muttered. “His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of p**sy.”Cat

Next to her, I felt like Carrot Top in drag.Cat re: Annette

Bones are patient. Bones never tire nor do they run away. When you come upon a man who has been dead many years, his bones will still be lying there, in place, content, patiently waiting,...

Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann’s, Soho, playing skittles with skulls and bones.

Why did you tell her I’m your boyfriend? Why doesn’t she know about your real one? – TimmyHe’s English! And Mom…Mom hates foreigners! – Cat

Actually, Justina, I didn’t just ring you to chat about what an undead murderer I was…right, degenerate whore as well. Did I ever tell you my mum was one? No? Oh, blimey, I come from...

Meltwater (from the book Blue Bridge)Up here. A faceLoses its linesI look to seeThe colour of your eyes …They have turnedTo water.I lean forwardTo catchThe scent of your hair –All I smell is heather.I touch...

You called her Kitten? And she let you? She put me in a coma for three days when Icalled her that! My balls never recovered from her smashing them into my spine!

The plane banked, and he pressed his face against the cold window. The ocean tilted up to meet him, its dark surface studded with points of light that looked like constellations, fallen stars. The tourist...

What are you gonna help us with? That very tiny used condom?

Don’t care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts.Bones to Gregor

That’s right, luv. If you run from me, I’ll chase you. And I’ll find you.

There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time.

…you don’t care because you’re all that and I’m just an artery in a dress.

‎”What the hell was THAT?” I gasped.”Premature inflamulation,” he replied. “Happens sometimes. Very embarrassing, I don’t like to talk about it.”A snort of amusement came from my right. I swung in that direction to see...

On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of decision, sat down to wait, and waiting died

Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy…

She led the way. Eyeless sockets of the dead seemed to stare at them as they passed. “These are cool,” Dan decided. “Maybe I could-“”No, Dan,” Amy said. “You can’t collect human bones.””A

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

No one believes you’re serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad

Mama says go back to bed! – Cat

Across from her, Hunter devoured her meal even more completely than she had. Sinclair watched her sink sharp teeth into the chicken bone, heard it snap, then the soft grunt of satisfaction. She made soft...

Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten.”My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. “It’s Cat,” I repeated...

Music is a language that doesn’t speak in particular words. It speaks in emotions, and if it’s in the bones, it’s in the bones.

Souls grow on bones but die beneath bankers’ hours…

It’s not like he’s going anywhere, so yeah. Now.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed relics should be hidUnder a star-y-pointing pyramid?Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,What need’st thou such...

I’d rather have names to hurt me, than my bones broken with sticks and stones.