Descriptive-prose Quote by Slyvia Plath

“Too much of something delicious becomes something poisonous.”

— Anne Heltzel

“And the ice is melting in the bowl, and at the next table you see someone's bloodshot, bovine eyes, and you're afraid, afraid .…

— Mikhail Bulgakov

“The inside of his skull, it tasted like roses and barbed wire and butterflies. Switchblades and heroin and grassy green gardens.”

— Mercedes M. Yardley

“Deciding that he was essentially useless, I made him a large glass of sangre del tigre- "blood of the tiger"- a lethal Bloody Mary…

— Stacey Ballis

“Her body was spattered with tiny bits of the reverend’s flesh and blood, like someone had combined shrimp and tomato soup and then forgot…

— Chelsea Cain

“The aroma of him this close was astonishingly bad, spoiled meat and rampant disease, ripe cheese and anal leakage.”

— A.J. Aalto

“There was a young lady called Peaches, who simply loved animals to pieces. She ate pigs and sheep, and for cows she would weep,…

— Mango Wodzak

“He stabbed a yellowish-orange gelatinous blob that he assumed had once been part of a peach and put it in his mouth. He chewed,…

— Hugh Howey

“And God the taste of undercover on my tongue again, the brush of it down the little hairs on my arms. I'd thought I…

— Tana French

“Next he grabs a round yellow thing covered in small bumps. It looks like a strange fruit and I half expect him to squeeze…

— Pittacus Lore

“eat the meat of strange animals before I died.”

— Louis L'Amour

“My meat smells like cat food. Makes me want to lick my own asshole.”

— Jarod Kintz