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Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunty and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry ...
I hunt around in my purse. There are no more caramels or fuzzy Altoids, but I find what might be a cough drop. I hold it out to Henry, and he gives me a scared look, like I've just pulled out a knife.
What in the name of Voldy's pasty-white rear end was that?
pony, mashed potato, alligator, watusi, twist, jerk.
He just wants to be heard," Hank said.
That's all any of us want. To know that someone hears our pain.
To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
Mouldy blanket? ALBUS
(The doorbell rang) ... I knew that Feely and Daffy would never condescend to respond to a bell ("So utterly Pavlovian," Feely said) ...
Keep warm feet and a cool head, and you'll never find yourself sneezing in bed.
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
After the fourth race, a $22.80 winner, he turned again and told Katherine, "I had that one, ten across." She turned away. "His face is yellow, Hank. Did you see his eyes? He's sick." "He's sick on the dream. We're all sick on the dream, that's why we're out here." "Hank, let's go.
He kissed the handkerchief, inhaled its perfume, put it over his heart, against his flesh in the daytime, and at night went to sleep with it on his lips.
"I feel her whole soul in it!" he exclaimed.
The handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply dropped it from his pocket.
My nose is out being fixed.
Alice hands Annawake a handkerchief. Young people never carry them, she's noticed. They haven't yet learned that heartbreak can catch up to you on any given day. p. 285
The back of my hand to guilt.
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
Of course she could not help but be drawn to people like Hank, people with their own fire, but no matter how much they thought they loved you or their family or their country, no matter how they pledged their allegiance, that fire always burned for them alone.
You're staying here, Angel."
"You're taking this one alone?"
"First, Hank can't see us together. Second, I don't like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you.
We were lovers,' he says dramatically. 'I was very convincing.' Livia giggles and reaches up to stroke his hair. Hank pretends not to notice Livia's hand as it crawls across his cheek, and it turns into a game. Her fingers pet his lips as he mumbles through them, 'What part do you want?
A most malicious cough
Cruddy Mouthbreather
The woman at the next table is making eyes at you," Lanie said, whispering conspiratorially.
"Really? What does she make them out of? Cloth?
Your eyes are puffy. I made you cry.
I'm a cotton-headed ninny muggins.
I wanted to cry so bad, but my tears are inside. A blindfold keeps them there. I can't see today. Patti, I don't know anything.
My Little Pegasus pyjamas, the
hospital johnny.
Carter-headed chicken.
Yeah? You want to do some other worldly hanky panky? She laughed and almost fell off the couch. "Hanky Panky?" "Don't knock it till you try it
Hank had left me his doomed army, and he'd left Marcie his inheritance. Unfair didn't begin to cover it.
Blonde tangles flying everywhere and her diamond-laden hand wrapped around Jess's strong, bare torso. She looked happy and so did Jess.-From Siddy Creek
coat that she always
Bookbag, Pocketshoe.
What's green, hangs on a wall and whistles?
Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow
HONY is one of the only things keeping people from getting lost in the matrix.
His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks.
His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind.
Each item unearthed dust, tears, laughter and memories. She bagged the items, cleared the dust, wiped her eyes and filed away the memories.
It is a universally acknowledged, inalienable truth that a knitter faced with the unadorned neck, head, and hands of a person she cares for feels an overwhelming compulsion to smother that person in fancy hand-knits.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.
Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains.
a heavy, hooded wool
cheek, the one so disfigured by that
You ever had a hickey? I want to give you a hickey."
"Karl, we're not fourteen!"
"Don't bloody care. I was in love with you when I was fourteen
your neck owes me a hickey."
(Karl & Elena)
Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn,
Tenterhooks are the upholstery of the anxious seat.
He'd shoved his toque and mitts into the sleeve of his parka when he'd come in the night before, and now, thrusting his right arm into the armhole, he hit the blockage. At a practiced shove the pompom of the toque crowned the cuff followed by his mitts, like a tiny birth.
Pigskin crackling on my thumb, nummy nummy I hate pain.
What's the handle, Zock?
I have a heart-shaped hole. Like an empty bird's next, it rests among marigold-hued ruffles above the topmost hook of my corset.
The hole was not left by something removed, but for something anticipated.
Life! What Inscrutable Card Shall Ye Throw Next Upon the Soft Felt of Our Days?
worry knitting inside of him.
I'm jus' pain covered with skin.
I'm trying to think of the last time I had onions.
Knees, but they evaporated as the boat picked
Hank: As unbelievable as you may find this, Scott, we can do some things without your guidance.
Warren: You're right, Hank! Why, did you know I went to the bathroom this morning-
Hank: Not without Scott!
Warren: Yes!
Heart on Your Sleeve [10w]
If you wear your heart on your sleeve, don't sneeze.
There is a hickey on my forehead!
Oh, God," Shannon moans. "We have to boil water," I tell Kenny. "She wants Cup-a-Soup?" "No, it's to sterilize things." "What's that?" I start rummaging through my house looking for anything useful. I get a knife, scissors, salad tongs, clothespins, a bottle of whiskey. Kenny
dropsy. He had been subject to spasms, and in consequence of
Kleenex would have made a mint today.
You smell good, too," said Patch
It's called a shower." I was staring straight ahead. When he didn't answer, I turned sideways. "Soap. Shampoo. Hot water."
Naked. I know the drill.
Why was the boy surprised to find celery growing out of his ears?
Jesus's bloody tears.
bloody nose. Fred,
Sometimes when I'm dancing and don't put in enough hairspray, I wind up looking like a ... what's the animal with needles? Porcupine.
Combing her thoughts, yanking them into a pigtail.
I flexed my wrist, popped a silver needle into my palm, and offered it to him.
'What's this?'
'A needle.'
'What should I do with it?'
He'd walked right into it. Too easy. 'Please use it to pop your head. It's obscuring my view of the room.'
- Kate & Saiman
pulled out a blue bandanna,
Tom Hyde, the tinker, standing on the gallows, was asked if he had anything to say. "Tell the tailors," said he, "to remember to make a knot in their thread before they take the first stitch." His companion's prayer is forgotten.
repressive cough
What have you got in there you little bastard?
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Remember the time Pamela stuffed a bead up her nose and we had to take her to the emergency room to get it out? That bead cost us a fortune.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
Ayo for yayo
Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal
I must have been craze yo
The catheter has a kink," he said. Romy
Why is my needle stuck in childhood? I don't know why. I guess it's because that's where my heart is.
Connie drove a silver Camry with rosary beads hanging from her rearview mirror and a Smith& Wesson stuck under the seat. No matter whatwent down, Connie was covered.
Peeled gingerroot inserted in her ass so she can't clench her buttocks,
Love and a cough cannot be hid.
her jailer. She wrapped her arms
vomiting the crying
elbow. I had been without sleep for most of the last three days,
I'd rather break stones on the king's highway than hem a handkerchief.
My headshot is a scratch and sniff, it smells like failure and onions.
Fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger,
Hello sheriff, give me another nose
I don't have sleeves to carry handkerchiefs in,' said Damen. 'I wouldn't mind being given a knife.' 'Or a fork?' said Laurent.
I had to kiss Ruthie Henshall once with a cold. It was the final romantic moment in She Loves Me; as we separated, I noticed this arc of glistening mucus threaded between us.
Oh, Hank," Susan whispered, "their wings are furry."
"Oh, James," Harriet whispered, "their hands are kind.
A vast deal of human sympathy runs along the electric line of needlework, stretching from the throne to the wicker chair of the humble seamstress.
The nose. It can be a nuisance in winter and such a blessing before a meal.
I am a tarsier and a tarsier's son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out ...
Daggers. Never leave home without them.
I cannot name this, I cannot explain this, and I really don't want to so just call me shameless.
Booty Butt, Booty Butt, Booty Butt Cheeks