Quotes About Tut

Our problems started in Dallas, when the fire-breathing sheep destroyed the King Tut exhibit.

She must have Egyptian blood. Every time I try to kiss her she says, "Tut, Tut!"

Evening. The dead sheathed in the earth's crust and turning the slow diurnal of the earth's wheel, at peace with eclipse, asteroid, the dusty novae, their bones brindled with mold and the celled marrow going to frail stone, turning, their fingers laced with roots, at one with Tut and Agamemnon, with the seed and the unborn.