“Wrong way, Bones. The men's showers are in the opposite direction."I'll file that away with all the other information that doesn't pertain to me" was Bones' mocking reply.”
“Bones. "We have to leave," I said to Vlad. "Now.""'Run, Forrest, run!'" Vlad mocked. ”
“Oh, cruel abandonment! My bones turn to dust beneath the gaze of your ever-mocking smile!”
“The bones and flesh and legal statistics are the garments worn by the personality, not the other way around.”
“I've never read anything that could speak directly to my bones.”
“If you were a man, you'd know in your bones what direction you were going. It's an automatic thing, this knowing where you are, bred deep in a man's bones.”