| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2f71529 | worms have crawled up your nose and eaten your wits. | stupidity morbid-humor sarcasm | George R.R. Martin | |
| 85f2a05 | I've just written out the death certificate,' the doctor said cheerfully. 'Natural causes of course. She was eighty-eight. I think it was the Beaujolais Nouveau, I warned her not to drink it after Christmas but she was always stubborn. I'll send the undertakers around later. But they won't be able to fit her for at least a couple of days. She'll be all right there as long as it doesn't get too hot. | morbid-humor | Philippa Gregory |