Discolored Teeth Quotes & Sayings

As a DJ, people expect a certain sound and a certain danceability for the music. As a producer, I really like to let go of any rules that may exist. — Armin Van Buuren

What the hell is that?" yelled Lord Maccon. He had turned to anger so swiftly; Alexia could only stare at him, speechless.
She let out her pent-up breath in a whoosh. Her heart was beating a marathon somewhere in the region of her throat, her skin felt hot and stretched taut over her bones, and she was damp in places she was tolerably certain unmarried gentlewomen were not supposed to be damp in.
Lord Maccon was glaring at her coffee-colored skin, discolored between the neck and shoulder region by an ugly purple mark, the size and shape of a man's teeth.
"that is a bite mark, my lord," she said.
Lord Maccon was ever more enraged. "Who bit you?" he roared.
Alexia tilted her head to one side in amazement. "You did." She was then treated to the spectacle of an Alpha werewolf looking downright hangdog.
"I did?"
She raised both eyebrows at him.
"I did. — Gail Carriger

I have a very good life, so I have nothing to complain about. Sometimes, I just have existential angst. — Meg Ryan

Velvet Jesus faced a shadow man to my left. Laser beams fired from his eyes. — David Wong

Mine means 'body,' Tanu interjected.
'Wow, that's so eerie,' ALF said. 'Because ... you have a body. — Megan McCafferty

Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it. — Vita Sackville-West

When you have a person in your life who effortlessly make you feel like the most magnificent entity in the universe, there is only one other who has the power of making you feel less than nothing. Ironically enough, it is always that very same individual. — Carl Henegan

Shriveled apple cores stood side by side on the window sill, a long row of them with their seed chambers bitten open and the pointed sees scattered on the floor. The brown, discolored remnants of their flesh bore the imprint of his grandfather's teeth. That was the image This was left with, the one that ever since was the first to recur when he thought of his dead grandfather: shriveled apple cores on the sill of a window that looked out onto an overgrown garden. — Hansjorg Schertenleib

You may imitate, but never counterfeit. — Honore De Balzac