“Blood is everywhere.. Vultures take shelter beneath the tanks; for the fumed sky is unsafe for their avian flight to prey on… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
“His legs withered. His stomach stretched taut as a drum. His skin erupted in watery pustules: whichever way he turned was agony.… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
Honey, why do you cry? Didnt anyone tell you people are just monsters. — Broken Soul Copy Share Image
“Vultures pick the meat clean off a bone. Guilt eats at the marrow, leaving a man hollow.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“(On vultures:) "... those false but democratic mourners at every casual bier ...” — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
