Quote by Stephen King

“They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its heart…

— Yukio Mishima

“he was surgically removing a malignant tumor that I’d been carrying around for years. A tumor that had been eating away at my insides.…

— Kristen Ashley

“While tearing apart a bird with fat fingers,”

— George R.R. Martin

“The warmth of his mouth bloomed across my hand, and his nails skimmed across the inside of my wrist. Such great sensation from so…

— Saundra Mitchell

“He whirled round and round in his rapid love; it pricked him on the breastbone like a needle. He wanted to be shut up…

— Jean Stafford

“Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him…

— Priya Ardis

“I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat and speak. “You left me.” “Please believe I did it for a good reason. And…

— Devney Perry

“The baby bird was too frightened to flap its wings and just cowered in my hand. So i put it in my pocket. I…

— Kyung-sook Shin

“Heat prickled my cheeks. My palms went clammy. Love is a lot like food poisoning.”

— Suzanne Supplee

“I hate that man. I wish I could stab him in the eyeballs and gouge them out and make him choke on them. And…

— Neel Kay

“His eyes snapped shut as he grimaced from a surge of renewed pain. I pressed my bleeding forearm against his parted lips. His touch…

— Andrea Cremer

“I hugged Wes and inhaled the scent of his neck- a reassuringly familiar combination of coffee and leather and something sweet I always had…

— Meg Donohue