Blues fallin' down like hail And the day keeps on worryin' me There's a hell hound on my trail. — Robert Johnson Copy Share Image
“Oberon "Did Middle English hounds bark with an extra syllable on the end? like 'woofe'?” — Kevin Hearne Copy Share Image
I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
The hounds all join in glorious cry, / The huntsman winds his horn: / And a-hunting we will go. — Henry Fielding Copy Share Image
A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he'll look you straight in the face. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The camera hound of the future wears on his forehead a lump a little larger than a walnut. — Vannevar Bush Copy Share Image
I feel like I could be likened to an old hound circling on a rug for the last five years. — Neil Young Copy Share Image
Happiness is a hound dog in the sun. We aren't on Earth to be happy, but to experience incredible things. - Hannah… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
There are some books and characters so pleasant, or rather which contain so much that is pleasant, that criticism is perplexed or… — John Frederick Boyes Copy Share Image
What you need for breakfast, they say in East Tennessee, is a jug of good corn liquor, a thick steak and a… — Charles Kuralt Copy Share Image
Mother said," mocked the king. "Don't be childish." "We're children," Myrcella declared haughtily. "We're supposed to be childish." The Hound laughed. "She… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, "I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Weese," she would whisper, first of all. "Dunsen, Chiswyck, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Gregor, Ser Armory,… — George R. R. Martin Copy Share Image
The superstition that the hounds of truth will rout the vermin of error seems, like a fragment of Victorian lace, quaint, but… — William F. Buckley, Jr Copy Share Image
Royce's eyes narrowed in discouragement at the thoght of having to sing to jenny. his deep bariton voice would surely bring every… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
I think media think it's going to be good for ratings, and, two, because they know they have a lot of material… — Marco Rubio Copy Share Image
A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
And so the blasts of calumny, howl they ever so fiercely over the good man's head, contribute to his juster appreciation and… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
“Who now strides on my trail devouring the distance between no matter how I flee, the wasted breath of my haste cast… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
And I don't know if Batty's gotten over it yet,' said Skye. Mr. Penderwick looked out the window to where Batty was… — Jeanne Birdsall Copy Share Image
We don't need women. There are plenty other things in the world to have sex with, just go to a sexaholics meeting… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Foxes may be furrier and sexier than rats, but they are still vermin, and need to be controlled and killed. When I… — Kate Hoey Copy Share Image
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept All… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Riding out with the Old Surrey and Burstow Hunt, White recorded the first time he saw a kill with distanced fascination. The… — Helen Macdonald Copy Share Image
Christianity persecuted, tortured, and burned. Like a hound it tracked the very scent of heresy. It kindled wars, and nursed furious hatreds… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
The night is quiet. Like a camp before battle. The city beset by a thing unknown and will it come from forest… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Is your head bothering you?" Louisa asked. But she wasn't paying much attention. Frederick, her ridiculously fat basset hounds, had spotted a… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“But poets don't want homes -- do they? -- they are not creatures of hearths and firedogs, but of heaths and ranging… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
