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.
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and i...
Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which t...
On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of decision, sat down to wait, and waiting died
Take him away. Prepare a feast. Forget nothing. My crown: the golden cutlery. The poison bottles; and the fumes; the wreaths of ivy and the bloody joints; the chains; the bowl of nettles; the spices;...
Stephen King have a lot of books about the writing not only "The Writting: Memoir and Craft", but and "Nightmares and Dreamscapes", however "Misery", also and "Bag of Bones" and even and others. Which...
We want your skull! Make no bones about it!
We almost made love with fire, fire in our eyes, fire in our souls, and even in our bones.
See the world anew and write down the bones of it.
The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.
It is better to have ten skeletons in your closet, than walk with no bones.