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What do you call a kid with no arms and an eyepatch? Names.
Miss Glory went on to say that the doctor had taken all her lady organs. I reasoned that a pig organ's included the lungs, heart, and liver, so if Mrs. Cullinan was walking around without those essentials, it explained why she drank alcohol out of unmarked bottles. She was keeping herself embalmed.
No guts, no story.
No coward soul is mine.
motherless mothers with their skinless mysteries.
For the preservation of chastity, an empty and rumbling stomach and fevered lungs are indispensable.
being born with only one kidney, occurring in roughly one in two thousand people.
The belly has no ears nor is it to be filled with fair words.
There is no spoon.Spoon-- Jim Butcher
There's no medical term for what I've got.
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.
A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.
A woman without a degree of decency and delicacy is unsexed.
If I'd had any doubts about how Archer felt about me, they were eradicated when I saw the look on his face. I'd never had my spleen ripped out, but if I had, I figured I'd make the same face Archer wore now.
I'm missing a knuckle, it's crushed inside my hand at the moment.
Born merely for the purpose of digestion.
This is what my girlfriend would look like without skin.
Spiffy is a free-loading deadbeat kitty who sits around on my couch, watches TV all day, and eats all the Triscuits.
for decades doctors never suspected that this "useless" tissue might actually have a use that escaped their detection. The
What is thy sentence then but speechless death.
Puny human body, my ass!
I may have nothing inside me, but what would something be?
Flight without feathers is not easy.
What's still squirming in our bones when everything else is stripped?
There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.
What is in the marrow is hard to take out of the bone.
Irish Proverb
I wanted to rupture his spleen.
In the sinews of the dead there is no blood.
The abdomen, the chest, and the brain will forever be shut from the intrusion of the wise and humane surgeon.
The human body is the only machine for which there are no spare parts.
But what are they?" Annie asked.
"An omphalos, probably," said Jacob.
"A what, dear?" Melinda asked.
"A bellybutton of the world."
"I didn't know it had one.
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Sporks are only used in the most dire situations.
It would be a miracle to solve this case. Luckily, I believed in miracles. No, wait, that was testicles. I believed in testicles.
And what am I? (Adron)
You're kind and decent. You have a good heart. (Livia)
I have no heart at all. What I have is a mechanical substitute that pumps blood through a broken body, and half the time it malfunctions. (Adron)
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
What? It's not my blood!"
"Let me see it," Julian demanded, and a moment later there were sounds of a scuffle from the back seat.
"I am AB positive and this is distinctly type O blood!" Ty finally shouted at him. "Look at the little Os!
Men should be like Kleenex, soft, strong and disposable.
He may not have been born with guts, but he didn't have to die without them.
What is genius or courage without a heart?
Life breathes on its own without nostrils
If life was worthless, what was death?
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!
I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against the ribcage, and that metallic tingling in the chin set off by a certain odd nerve: unpleasure.
The whisper of the blood and the pleading of the bone marrow.
Carter-headed chicken.
My mother bore no arms,
What a strange expression said the herbalist who would compare themselves to chopped liver in the first place? If you have to to choose an organ why not pick a gallbladder or a thymus gland instead? Much more interesting than a liver. Or what about chopped t-
The medical term for that is dead. Gee, Magnus, what did it feel like? It hurt. A lot. Thanks for asking.
In my tadpole stage I was delivered to Metron Ariston and transmogrified, and here am I. My name is Sporos, by the way, and I do not like your thinking names like mouse-creature and shrimp-thing at me.
I will hold your hand and travel with you for all our livers.
All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
There wasn't an anhydrous lacrimal gland in the house, writes the author in all seriousness describing a memorial service for a medical school's cadavers.
A purely disembodied human emotion is a nonentity.
Without pain, it feels almost like I don't have a body at all, almost like I'm a ghost, sitting in a chair, blinded and eternal.
Like I'm dead already.
Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?
"We are the choices we make, Todd," the Mayor says. "Nothing more, nothing less.
I have guts, just not when it counts.
If an organ is somehow severed from its body, it will shrivel and die. It cannot exist on its own, and neither can you. Disconnected and cut off from the lifeblood of a local body, your spiritual life will wither and eventually cease to exist.
You're looking, sir, at a very dull survivor of a very gaudy life. Crippled, paralyzed in both legs. Very little I can eat, and my sleep is so near waking that it's hardly worth the name. I seem to exist largely on heat, like a newborn spider.
Odd to think that the piece of you I know best is already dead. The cells on the surface of your skin are thin and flat without the blood vessels or nerve endings. Dead cells, thickest on the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet.
There is no organ inside our body that does not serve a vital purpose
Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash.
marrow. Some researchers believe this was our original
Do you have a finger stick?" she snapped.
"No."
"Then let me cut your finger."
"You're already bleeding," I said. "Use your blood.
I have two belly buttons.
Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles
Max, you're the last of the hybrids who still has ... a soul.' ... 'She doesn't have soul,' Gazzy scoffed. 'Have you ever seen her dance?
My inners are not organs. They're actually mechanics, so I have a hole in my back, wind me up like the movie 'Hugo,' and then just say, 'Act,' you know?
No wounded man shall sound me and live.
The tongue has no bones, but can break a heart.
I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestowUpon that God who knows what I would know.
How hollow to have no secrets left; you shake yourself and nothing rattles. You're boneless as an anemone.
It's like you trade the virility of the body for the agility of the spirirt.
Now, the Star-Belly Sneetches had bellies with stars. The Plain-Belly Sneetches had none upon thars.
I find it unbearable to need a body in order to exist.
Only those with guts could bear a great life.
Marrow-deep embarrassment, the kind that becomes part of your DNA, that changes you.
Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!
A closed mouth gathers no feet.
Soul, no heart, no mind; nothing, as I have already said, but instincts; and yet, withal, so cunningly had the few materials of his character been put together that there was no painful perception of deficiency,
You don't have a soul, Doctor. You are a soul. You have a body, temporarily.
Why, the whole point, the real sting of it lay in the fact that continually, even in the moment of the acutest spleen, I was inwardly conscious with shame that I was not only not a spiteful but not even an embittered man, that I was simply scaring sparrows at random
In the first place, in the physician or surgeon no quality takes rank with imperturbability, and I propose for a few minutes to direct your attention to this essential bodily virtue.
If all the world Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze, Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.
There, there are no chicken wings
Dangerous as a winter wind, which freezes the marrow from within, and not like a blade, which slashes the throat from without
Surely there is no more wretched sight that the human body unloved and uncared for.
I often ask people if they would like to give their organs when they pass on, and they say "Well, I'm not so sure, I don't know." And I said, "Well, would you accept one if you needed one?" "Well, yeah, sure." And I say "Well, there you go - where do you get them from?".
Heartless, someone called me the other day. A heartless bitch.
But that's where I get stuck.
If I'm so heartless, what's this bruised thing in my chest, full of fire and hope, banging so loud I can't sleep, can't think? What is it that aches when he kisses me, aches when I walk away?
Lungs, they do not like to be messed with. I give pneumonia one star and that's for the silent p.
There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus.
Life, if left untreated, can prove fatal...
Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.
Let me alone: I have yet my legs and one arm. Tell the surgeon to make haste and his instruments. I know I must lose my right arm, so the sooner it's off the better.
Life's bare as a bone.
Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. Veelox.
Not a single one of the cells that compose you knows who you are, or cares.
All souls have a body.
I am speechless: what can I answer?
I put hand on my mouth.
I have said too much already;
now I will speak no more.
In a shared fish, there are no bones.