There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day. And at his gate lay a poor ma...n named Lazarus, covered with sores, who longed to satisfy his hunger with what fell from the rich man's table; even the dogs would come and lick his sores. The poor man died and was carried away by the angels to be with Abraham.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The ladies egged him on; in Eve's name, they dared him; so he made love with discreet verbs and light nouns, delicate conjunctions.... They begged; they defied him to define ... define everything.... Indecent prepositions such as in, on, up, merely made them smile, and the roundest exclamation broke upon them like a bubble's kiss, a butterfly's. Smooth and creamy adjectives enabled them to lick their lips upon the crudest story. How charmingly you speak, Reverend Furber how much you've seen of this wicked world, and how alive you are to it, they said.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As God is my witness, they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry ag...ain. No, nor any of my folks. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill, as God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
he will lick The fishbone bare. And can take stolen hold...
On a bitch otter in a field full Of nervous horses, but linger nowhere. Yanked above hounds, reverts to nothing at all, To this long pelt over the back of a chair.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I know. That's what makes us tough. Rich fellows come up and they die. Their kids ain't no good and they die out. But we keepa com...in'. We're the people that live. They can't wipe us out. They can't lick us. We'll go on forever, Pa, cause we're the people.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »