My liver swells with bile difficult to repress.
I don't know why that putt hung on the edge. I'm a clean liver. It must be my caddie.
Life loves the liver of it.
Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver. " "Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.
You do what you have to do or a bigger demon eats out your liver and uses your spine to pick its teeth. (Caleb)
To become a celebrity is to become a brand name. There is Ivory Soap, Rice Krispies, and Philip Roth. Ivory is the soap that floats; Rice Krispies the breakfast cereal that goes snap-crackle-pop; Philip Roth the Jew who masturbates with a piece of liver.
Do you know why more people don't sober up? Because they don't wear their livers on the outside. If everyone wore their liver on their forehead, say, it would be on full view and people would say, 'Heffens, Jock, that liver of yours is looking fair hobnailed,' and they would get shamed into doing something about it.
I will respect this liver. After all, it's not mine.
Life loves the liver of it. You must live and life will be good to you.
I am a sick man. . . I am a spiteful man. An unattractive man. I think that my liver hurts.
I think people who are unhappy are always proud of being so, and therefore do not like to be told that there is nothing grand about their unhappiness. A man who is melancholy because lack of exercise has upset his liver always believes that it is the loss of God, or the menace of Bolshevism, or some such dignified cause that makes him sad. When you tell people that happiness is a simple matter, they get annoyed with you.
Then what are you? An electronic Hannibal Lector? You can't eat my liver with fava beans through a modem, you know.
He loves me, he doesn't love my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass he wouldn't recognize it, he's always feeling me, but if they put the glass in his hands he wouldn't touch it, he wouldn't think, "that's hers," you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines. Maybe we don't love them because we aren't used to them, but if we saw them the way we saw our hands and arms maybe we'd love them; the starfish must love each other better than we do.
The best thing about liver is how virtuous it makes you feel after you've eaten some.
All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.
My life has been long, and believing that life loves the liver of it, I have dared to try many things, sometimes trembling, but daring still.
At a time when Democratic leaders are pushing rationed care in a world of limited resources, Americans might wonder where the call for shared sacrifice is from illegal immigrant patients like those in Los Angeles getting free liver and kidney transplants at UCLA Medical Center. 'I'm just mad,' illegal alien Jose Lopez told the Los Angeles Times last year after receiving two taxpayer-subsidized liver transplants while impatiently awaiting approval for state health insurance.
You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.
I tan the easy way. I just wait for my liver spots to connect.
The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennessee and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey's mind. Bailey was the son she liver with, her only boy.