Quotes About Neck

He swallowed. Rubbed his neck again. Looked around. Then he motioned at the rock. "Can we lie down again? I think I'll do this better…" "If you're talking to the sky?" A half laugh, half snort. "Yeah. Lame, I know.

I once saw Arnold Schwarzenegger kill a man in a movie by grabbing his head and twisting it until the neck broke. Was that difficult? Could a man do it without a lot of practice?

...cursing my heels and debating whether it was faster to stop and take them off--damn ankle straps!--or keep running with the potential neck breakers. Wouldn't that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.

Children were brought to see him. His legend spread quickly. Wherever he went, it was known that this was a holy man, captured with small houses of souls around his neck.

Her somewhat overly round head was wedged deep within her shoulders on a short body; it sat right upon it, as though there had never been such a thing as a neck, what a superfluous contraption.

It's encrypted," Bex hissed in frustration. "We risked our bloody necks and we can't even read it. I tell you, I'm half tempted to break into CIA custody just so I can break Joe Solomon out of CIA custody just so I can break Joe Solomon.

I pull over one of the plush plastic chairs and sit down while he tries to remember what words are. Finally, he's conscious enough to see me and the crazy room. "Where am I?" he says. "In Bilbo Baggins's spaceship." He rubs the back of his neck.

by anonymous accusations of infidelity?" I said. Susan smiled. "Fancy talk for a guy with an eighteen-inch neck," she said. "I been bopping a shrink," I said.

She raised her face defiantly, and the sharp shadow line slashed across her neck. For a moment, it looked as though somebody had just cut off Lila's head...

His face went sullen and his breathing grew loud. He had more of the Hamm's. He had more of the Hamm's again. My neck was hurting so bad I thought it would go into spasm.

When Pike finally released the pressure, he knew the pain would burn on with the ferocity of ant poison, so he touched another spot, this one in the man's neck, which reduced the pain. The man sagged, and his face paled to the color of meat left in water.

Right. I can see it now. Merry Christmas, everybody! And by the way, did I tell you I'm a vampire? No need to pass the gravy, just bare your neck-

Oh, right." Gregori snorted. "What's he supposed to do, waltz into a dental office and say, 'Excuse me, I'm a vampire and I lost a fang in the neck of a sex toy.' They're not going to line up to help him.

I glanced at the pain charms draped around my neck, thinking I looked like a drunken prostitute at Mardi Gras.

Jenks's wings tickled my neck, and I shivered.

Your retaliation is unspeakable. For this alone, you must forgive me for my treatment of you. Still high-handed? I literally risked my neck just now to say that in front of you.

You're a fuckin' parasite. I could never become a vampire . Filthy leeches. Words still hurt, Chase. Besides, you should be thanking me. My advice about the Valkyrie clearly worked. And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.

These militiamen were what Jackson would call cou rouge. Because they were seriously red of the neck.

Given the history between the Valkyrie and the Horde, how did you and Helen get together?" His gaunt face taking on a faraway expression, he began casually, "I had her neck in my hands, about to twist her head from her body." "How . . . romantic." One to tell the grandkids.

Is that a Polaroid camera?" Bo asked. He was pointing to the camera dangling from her neck. Jiminy had brought it with her from Chicago, to document her decline. She touched it now, and nodded.

I saw a giraffe with a short neck That was sad Or a deer

what is revolution except a systematic way for one species to eat another alive? Let me tell you—history is, unlike what they say on the loudspeakers, not driven by revolutionary force but by people's desire to climb up onto someone else's neck and shit and pee as he or she wants. Enough bad things are done by men already, but if you add women to the equation, one might as well wish not to bring a baby into this world.

August in East Tennessee is a sweaty panting mutt, breathing down a dust-caked neck that has been baked by the southern sun.

He spoke a few works into it, then put his hand on the back of my neck. "Official police business." "Leave da woman," Skip said. "She must pass da state inspection." John's hand tightened briefly on my neck, then let go. He was behind me, so I couldn't see the look he gave Skip. It must have been ugly. Skip put up both his hands. "I'm kidding!