Quotes for All
When you think about a barbecue, most people think of slabs of ribs, but you don’t need to do that in today’s culinary barbecue world. Short ribs, barbecue chicken, skewered shrimp, vegetable kebabs, lobster mac and cheese with or without the lobster, and a donut bread pudding for dessert that’s absolutely amazing. These are things … Read more
I had a major motorcycle accident on CHIPs that gave me a 50-50 chance to live. I broke a lot of bones and fractured ribs and broken wrists. Erik Estrada
At school nobody ever taught us how to light a cigarette in a storm of rain, nor how a fire could be made with wet wood-nor that it is best to stick a bayonet in the belly because there it doesn’t get jammed, as it does in the ribs. Erich Maria Remarque
Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father’s name; Piled high, packed large,–where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that … Read more
Flowers are the fastest way to a woman’s heart. Well, actually, the fastest way is through her rib cage, but flowers are a lot less messy. Eddie Murphy
God then made the first woman, not directly out of his own substance, but from Adam’s rib. Her purpose was to serve man. Frederick Lenz
I will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body – my shoulders, my collarbone, my rib cage, my hip bones like part of an animal skull, my small thighs. In the mirror my face is pale and my eyes look bruised. My … Read more
How not to imagine the tumors ripening beneath his skin, flesh I have kissed, stroked with my fingertips, pressed my belly and breasts against, some nights so hard I thought I could enter him, open his back at the spine like a door or a curtain and slip in like a small fish between his … Read more
For a hundred and fifty years, in the pasture of dead horses, roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of your ribs, yellow blossoms flourished above you in autumn, and in winter frost heaved your bones in the ground–old toilers, soil makers: O Roger, Mackerel, Riley, Ned, Nellie, Chester, Lady Ghost. Donald Hall
I would describe myself as a guy that’s very normal but has the tendency to rib people, but never in a mean-spirited way. Don Rickles