Fleshy Cheek Quotes & Sayings

A volley of hailstones began abruptly, filled the woods with a frenzied percussion & ended on the sudden. — David Mitchell

ENTERTAINMENT, n. Any kind of amusement whose inroads stop short of death by injection. — Ambrose Bierce

Yvan's a very tolerant bloke, which of course, when it comes to relationships, is the worst thing you can be.
Yvan's very tolerant because he couldn't care less. — Yasmina Reza

I feel that doing theater does give you a good grounding to work on camera. The audience is the lens. — Julian Ovenden

Love is the special feeling that brightens all our days, And the secret to its meaning is found in simple ways. — Kai Knudsen

So then, we are all equally guilty, every day. How, then, does one find and know peace and power in this life when surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses who only pretend to be clean by whitewashing their reputations while pointing fingers of judgment? — Ted Dekker

I work for the Spandler Corporation. We are a three-hundred-million-dollar business, with offices in twelve states. We have over five hundred employees. We are known throughout the country as a leader in the industry. Our customers rely heavily on us. We produce nothing. We sell nothing. We buy nothing. If we didn't exist, Kafka would have to invent us. — Jonathan Tropper

Smoke hung heavy in the air. Will's eyes stung. His throat.
His nose. And the crackling. God, the crackling fire was like the devil laughing.
Vera was in that house.
Mikey gripped his arm. "Hold on, Will - "
Will lunged forward. "Vera - "
"Whoa, Will." Mikey's grip tightened. "Stop."
"The hell I will. Vera - "
"Billy?" One of the cops approached him. Said a bunch of
words. Helped Mikey hold Will back.
Vera was in that house.
Vera, her trusty wooden body, her frets, her new strings. Vera,
who'd had his back everywhere from Pickleberry Springs to
Nashville to New York to LA, from seedy bars to stadiums.
Vera, who'd helped him write his first song. His last song.
Every song in between. — Jamie Farrell

Clear skin, a manicure, a couple dead zombies, and then fame! — Faith McKay

When people ask me where my roots are, I look down at my feet, and I see the roots of my soul grasping the earth. They are here ... in the Southwest ... I still live in New Mexico. — Rudolfo Anaya

That must be what power does to a man: erases what he knows and makes him remember only what services him at the moment. — Trish Mercer

My grand point in preaching is to break the hard heart, and to heal the broken one. — John Newton

Ruxs spun Green around, pushing his cheek and chest against the cool glass. His hands were flat against the window, trying but failing at pushing to give himself some room. Ruxs' bulk held him firmly where he wanted him and he loved it. He felt helpless, defenseless against Ruxs' indiscretions. "Fuck," Green moaned, sticking his ass out. "Mmm. Fuckin' look at you." Ruxs' hard shaft was hot and heavy between his ass cheeks, pushing aggressively at his opening. He heard Ruxs spit, then that thick cock was easily sliding back and forth in his crease. Ruxs' mouth was pressed against the back of his earlobe. He flicked the fleshy skin with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, nibbling, and nipping at it, driving Green insane. With his tender lobe still in his mouth, he teased Green with what he knew he desperately wanted. "I should fuck your slutty ass right now, not even give a fuck who walks by and sees you." Green — A.E. Via