Quotes About Head

Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant? Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir.

That's Third Thoughts for you. When a huge rock is going to land on your head, they're the thoughts that think: Is that an igneous rock, such as granite, or is it sandstone?

Preston, I don't think this creature could ever find its way into your head. Quite apart from anything else, it seems pretty crowded and complicated to me.

Rincewind's feet made their own decision and, from the point of view of his head, got it entirely wrong.

Yes, said the skull. Quit while you're a head, that's what I say.

I like hats. They give me something to do with my head.

Not liking Christine would be like not liking small fluffy animals. And Christine was just like a small fluffy animal. A rabbit, perhaps. It was certainly impossible for her to get a whole idea into her head in one go. She had to nibble it into manageable bits.

Bees buzzed in the bean blossoms. And the sun beat down on the upturned shell of Om. There is also a hell for tortoises. He was too tired to waggle his That was all you could do, waggle your legs. And stick your head out as far as it would go and wave it about in the hope that you could lever yourself over.

My role in the business is to use my judgment. All these years of experience have given me a clear head, and I can give a nonpartisan view with a sense of distance.

I look thuggish when I shave my head and wear big boots. I walk into a newsagent and people think I'm going to jump the counter.

My claim to fame has always been that iconic picture that ended up in 'The San Francisco Chronicle' of Bill Russell jumping over my head.

Junior Blender is a hardcore dancehall head. He's in Supersonic, which is one of the top soundclash sound-systems in Europe.

I was in good control of my body, and I kept my head still.

I love all kinds of caps and hats, but my favourite is the baseball cap.

This is getting surreal," Marlowe murmured. "Even for this place." "Cassie is here-mentally," Mircea told him. "I gathered that." "She seems to find it difficult to understand why I do not wish to have her in my head, unannounced, any time she pleases--" Marlowe gave a bark of a laugh. "Oh this should be fun.

He looks at me, looks at my head, and his lips twitch like he's trying not to bust out laughing. "You don't need that... whatever the fuck it is." "Ain't dying by Shade. It's a MacHalo.

All I can think is: His head is gone and I don't know how to merge with the Book.

Women enjoy doing things they excel at, praise guarantees repeat performances, every repeat performance is more practice for the woman, which guarantees the next man even better head. Given how long I've been at this, and on how many continents, I'm pretty sure I've single-handedly improved the quality of head around the world.

I punish wenches who tickle me," he purred, stretching her arms above her head.

I relieved you of what you considered a despicable stain in your mind. Best fucking night of my existence." He laughs and shakes his head. "And you couldn't get rid of it fast enough. I didn't want to hide the memory from you. I wanted to cram it down your goddamn throat. I wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked.

He slices his head to the left in typical Barrons economy-of-motion fashion. He's the most self-contained man I've ever known. Not yet; we need to continue walking. But if she's in this mess, you've restored her.

Well, that was embarrassing. There was nothing wrong with talking to the voices in my head--unless everyone else was listening in.

The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it it his head that splits.

He was so handsome. I nearly wanted to swoon. The word swoon had never even popped into my head before I saw him that night, let alone as something that I might do.