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Quotes About Skull

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Jarod Kintz
“My skull is soundproof. And thank God too, or else you’d be able to hear all the horrible things I’m thinking about you.
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Jarod Kintz, At even one penny, this book would be overpriced. In fact, free is too expensive, because you'd still waste time by reading it.

Derek Landy
“He could wear hats. He could wear an assortment of hats of different shapes and styles. Boater hats, cowboy hats, bowler hats. The list went on. Pork-pie hats, bucket hats, trillbies and panamas. Top hats, straw hats, trapper hats. Wide brim narrow brim, stingy brim. He could wear a fez. Fezzes were cool. Hadn't someone once said that fezzes were cool? He was pretty aur ether had. And they were. They were cool.”
Derek Landy, Kingdom of the Wicked

Arthur Conan Doyle
“It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

Nikos Kazantzakis
“Life's true face is the skull.”
Nikos Kazantzakis

Genna Rulon
“He had a skull and crossbones label on him, but I drank his poison nevertheless and loved it; now I needed an antidote.”
Genna Rulon, Only for You

Jarod Kintz
“Dear Mary Duende,

It's freezing here in the trenches, but loneliness is colder than any hyperthermia. Gunshots and shrapnel have become my companions. But life is better now than it was when I was at the law firm. How are our children? Does Pierre still spend his days roaming the countryside collecting cattle skulls? Maybe one day people will see the value of making soup bowls out of skulls. Pay no attention to the blood smears on this letter, for it is neither mine, nor any other human. We had to sacrifice our sheep to gain some ground. The blood kind of looks like spaghetti sauce in the light of the setting sun, but I wish it tasted as good as your spaghetti sauce. I'm sorry I slept with your sister. I didn't realize she was an invalid. Even though her hair smelled like horse entrails, I still should have refrained myself. I have no hobbies now, so I've taken up biting my fingernails as I ponder life's many psychological constructs. I have enclosed some of yesterday's fingernails, so you could put them in your brassiere and think of me as they scratch your bosom the way I used to do in jealousy when you were nursing Pierre. The Germans are shooting at us again, so I'd better close here. I send my love in the form of a bloody sock off my left foot. Think of me as you huff it. I miss the way your hair smelled as it would fall across my face. When are you going to send me some more clippings and glue, so I might attach it to my forehead? It brings me great luck in combat.

With Love,

Lorca Duende”
Jarod Kintz, A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..

Rebecca A. Rogers
“Without a response, I just stand there like an idiot. Like she just slapped my brain out of my skull and I can’t think.”
Rebecca A. Rogers

Jarod Kintz
“His shelf. Good. Noodle dust. Decaying brain collecting dust. Must insert it back in skull—what was I thinking?”
Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title

Jarod Kintz
“If my skull were made of glass, I wouldn’t want you to see my thoughts, so I’d fear going bald.”
Jarod Kintz, Seriously delirious, but not at all serious

Jay Woodman
“THE TRUTH OF THE VERY SMALL

When he is born, a baby's head is filled with the knowledge of space. The circumference of his skull is as infinite as the twirlings of the universe. His eyes look out with the blur of eyes which see for all species. He has remembered his own nature from past patterns. Now his heart beats through rock, sky, oceans. He feels the silence and the sound all around the world beneath his skin.

We all hold somewhere deep within us the truth we accepted in innocence. The seas, the forests, the soil, the atmosphere, are all vital parts of an ongoing system. By harming any part of it we must ultimately harm ourselves. It is that simple.”
Jay Woodman, SPAN

“...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

J.A. Clement
“The skeleton picked up the second skull, so worn as to barely be recognisable as such. The vertebrae fell and rolled like beads from a string.”
J.A. Clement, On Dark Shores: The Lady

Jarod Kintz
“Though my skull is the size of a soup bowl, everything in the universe—and more—can fit inside my imagination. And guess what? My imagination tastes like chicken noodle soup.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

“Lloyd moved to the blackboard and wrote ‘Maneater, Hall and Oates’ at the bottom of a long list of songs and artists.

The blackboard in the kitchen had once been installed as a way of communication for the house. It had turned into a list of Songs That You Would Never See In The Same Light Again. This was basically a list of songs that our serial killing landlord had blared at one time or another at top volume to cover the sound of his heavy electric power tools. It was a litany of 70’s and 80’s music.

Blondie, Heart of Glass was on the list. So was Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the Wolf’. Sam had jokingly given him an Einstürzende Neubauten CD on the premise that his tools would blend right in to the music, and he’d returned it the next day, saying it was too suspicious-sounding and made him very nervous for some reason. The next weekend, we had gone right back to the 80’s with the Missing Persons and Dead or Alive.

I tried not to think about why he was playing the music, but it was a little hard not to think about. The strange thumps sometimes suggested that he’d gotten a live one downstairs and was merrily bashing in their skull in the name of his psoriasis to the tune of ‘It’s My Life’ by Talk Talk. Other times I listened in horror as my favorite Thomas Dolby songs were accompanied by an annoying high-pitched buzzsaw whine that altered as if it had entered some sort of solid tissue. He never borrowed music from us again – he claimed our music was too disturbing and dark, and shunned our offerings of Ministry and Nine Inch Nails in favor of some­thing nice and happy by Abba. You’ve never had a restless night from imagining someone deboning a human body while blaring ‘Waterloo’ or ‘Fernando’. It’s not fun.”
Darren McKeeman, City of Apocrypha

أحمد خالد توفيق
“تصور السينما والتصور الشعبي لطالب الطب، هو أنه يدرس الجمجمة و التشريح لمده ست سنوات حتى في إمتحان التخرج تراه ممسكا بالجمجمة وقد فتح كتاب تشريح عملاقا”
أحمد خالد توفيق, تويتات من العصور الوسطى

Israelmore Ayivor
“Your skull encloses your brains. But never forget that anytime you open your mouth to talk, you have opened your mind for the entire world to see what is hidden in there!”
Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

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