Echoing the criticism made of his father's habilis skulls, he added that Lucy's skull was so incomplete that most of it was… — Richard Leakey Copy Share Image
I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There is great treasure there behind our skull and this is true about all of us. This little treasure has great, great… — Isaac Bashevis Singer Copy Share Image
The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his… — Clive Barker Copy Share Image
There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Most of those old settlers told it like it was, rough and rocky. They named their towns Rimrock, Rough Rock, Round Rock,… — Charles Kuralt Copy Share Image
You're not going to die?" "Not right this minute." And of course, saying something like that usually resulted in immediate dying. I… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
There was only silence. It was the silence of matter caught in the act and embarrassed. There were no cells moving, and… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I took back a barrel of bones to New York. They were my symbols of the desert, but nothing more. I haven't… — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
I was six years old when my parents told me that there was a small, dark jewel inside my skull, learning to… — Greg Egan Copy Share Image
Grandfather's been dead all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Let sanguine healthy-mindedness do its best with its strange power of living in the moment and ignoring and forgetting, still the evil… — William James Copy Share Image
Darwin and his successors have railed against the fallacy of confusing the current utility of a trait with the reason the trait… — Elliott Sober Copy Share Image
Forgive me, O Heavenly Father, according to the multitude of Thy mercies. I have lusted in my heart to break a man's… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
My laboratory,' I said, experimentally, drawing out each syllable. 'Why is it that saying it like that always makes me want to… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
Cruelty is a mystery, and the waste of pain. But if we describe a word to compass these things, a world that… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“One extraordinary feature of the private quintas or orchards and plantations in the vicinity of the Saladeros was the walls or hedges.… — William Henry Hudson Copy Share Image
God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
The Maze is a painting of the inside of my skull, which I painted when I was in England as a patient… — William Kurelek Copy Share Image
When you were straight, evil thoughts and memories came pouring up out of the darkness inside you; buzzing black flies clinging to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull. — Jethro Tull Copy Share Image
