Quotes About Cannibal

A pretty pickle, truly, thought I; abed here in a strange house in the broad day, with a cannibal and a tomahawk.

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

The Internet will win because it is relentless. Like a cannibal, it even turns on it own. Though early portals like Prodigy and AOL once benefited from their first-mover status, competitors surpassed them as technology and consumer preferences changed.

Coriolanus could see that Festus was falling for her. Did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal? Never a rule book when you needed one.

Often, in horror films, the single most effective device for building a sense of scariness is the soundtrack: the clanking of chains, the groaning of off-stage ghouls, the unmistakable sound of a cannibal rustic firing up a chainsaw.

Well, you're not [fat]. You have, like, the ideal balance of fat and muscle. ...If I were a cannibal, I'd eat you.

version of the story. One particular incident in the battle troubled me a lot. Several historians describe how the African victors, having conquered the town, indulged in a cannibal feast in the burning

Genuine polemics approach a book as lovingly as a cannibal spices a baby.

I like ducks." Jem observed diplomatically. "Esspecially the ones in Hyde Park." He glanced side ways at Will; both boys were sitting at the edge of a high table, thier legs dangling over the side. "Remember when you tried to convince me to feed pultry pie the the mallards in the park to see if you couls breed a race of cannibal ducks?" "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.

Then my first film was something called Cannibal Girls, which sounds like a horror movie but was actually kind of a goofy comedy with horror elements. Like a horror spoof.

It is easier for a cannibal to enter the Kingdom of Heaven through the eye of a rich man's needle that it is for any other foreigner to read the terrible German script.

And oh, could he smell them. It wasn't just the stench of body sweat. It was the rancid odor of human meat. With every breath they gave it off. Blood under their tongue. Long pork between their teeth. Eau de cannibal.

Genuine polemics approach a book as lovingly as a cannibal spices a baby.

This strange thing must have crept Right out of hell. It resembles a bird's foot Worn around the cannibal's neck. As you hold it in your hand, As you stab with it into a piece of meat, It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird: Its head which like your fist Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.

Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

Shit, that's the exit," Deborah said, swerving hard for the off-ramp and effectively killing the mood, as well as guaranteeing that I lost all sense of what I had been about to say. The sign that flashed by, seemingly just a few inches from my head, told me we were heading for North Miami Beach, into an area of modest houses and shops that had changed very little in the last twenty years. It seemed like a very odd neighborhood for a cannibal. Deborah

After I murder everyone in this room, I plan to eat them cannibal style and use their bones to build a scale model of a Viking longboat.

Grapes are juicy. Strawberries. Oranges. Good pork chops are succulent, said Dusty. But the word isn't accurately descriptive of a person. Smiling with delight, Ahriman said, Oh, really, not accurately descriptive? Be careful housepainter. Your genes are showing. What if I were a cannibal?

A lifetime of cannibal hatred

It was not Monsieur Arouet, but a colleague of his—a lady novelist—who remarked to me once that writing novels was a cannibal's art, in which one often mixed small portions of one's friends and one's enemies together, seasoned them with imagination, and allowed the whole to stew together into a savory concoction.

A cannibal is a guy who goes in the restaurant and orders the waiter.

The prettiest name for a cannibal I've ever heard. Don't be so dramatic. He can't be a cannibal, there are no other Minotaurs to eat.

At times I think I made a mistake by demonstrating how energetic and efficient I am. It's impossible for them not to take advantage of me. On the days when I wake up feeling far from charitable, I see my husband as a cannibal. He feeds off my vitality, like a vampire. Sometimes, when I'm alone, I lower my guard and collapse in exhaustion.