A philosophy can only be a route to knowledge. It cannot be knowledge crammed down one's throat. If one has a route, he can then find what is true for him. And that is Scientology.
Some words live in my throat breeding like adders. Others know sun seeking like gypsies over my tongue to explode through my lips
Unicorns are not to be forgiven. " The magician felt himself growing giddy with jealousy, not only of the touch but of something like a secret that was moving between Molly and the unicorn. "Unicorns are for beginnings," he said, "for innocence and purity, for newness. Unicorns are for young girls. " Molly was stroking the unicorn's throat as timidly as though she were blind. She dried her grimy tears on the white mane. "You don't know much about unicorns," she said.
The kitchen was just as empty, even the refrigerator gone, the chairs, the table--the kitchen cabinets stood open, their bare shelves reminder her of a nursery rhyme. She cleared her throat. "What would demons," she said, "want with our microwave?
I like television that grabs you by your throat.
We [ with Russel Crowe] had an Arabic coach there [ in the Body of Lies] that was really helpful, because it was more so than any accent. You have to be so exact, and there's different dialects of Arabic from country to country so it was really, really difficult to tell you the truth. And one of the hardest things I've ever had to do language-wise, because it comes from the throat. It's different. And also learning about the customs and the culture and all that, so we had advisors for that sort of thing.
Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.
I questioned her further, and eventually got to talk to her doctor. And her doctor sort of shook his head and he said, I have examined her for throat cancer at least 15 times in the past few years.
I was a naturally aggressive left-back, a cut-throat tackler.
The voice was gentle, like a scalpel petting the short hairs of your throat.
It would be impossible to accept naturalism itself if we really and consistently believed naturalism. For naturalism is a system of thought. But for naturalism all thoughts are mere events with irrational causes. It is, to me at any rate, impossible to regard the thoughts which make up naturalism in that way and, at the same time, regard them as a real insight into external reality. . . If it is true, then we can know no truths. It cuts its own throat.
Resolved to take fate by the throat and shake a living out of her.
Don't buy into the corporate mythology that's been rammed down our throats for all these years.
Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
In bringing the subject of religious oppression to a wider audience, I didn't just want to kick the Catholic Church but to poke a finger in the throat of theocracy and to let it be known that people shouldn't tolerate this anymore.
In the stillness, a fly would not have dared clear it's throat.
The ball goes down the keeper's throat where it hits him on the knees to say the least.
Carpe Jugulum," read Agnes aloud. "That's. . . well, Carpe Diem is 'Sieze the Day,' so this means-" "Go for the throat
If you try to turn me against Lissa one more time the stories are going to be about you bleeding because I'll have ripped your throat out!