“. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.”
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words...they'll destroy my soul.”
“I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.”
“When I burn please bury me deepSomewhere on West Division StreetPut a bottle beneat' my head'n a bottle beneat' my feet”
“I’ve lived to bury my desires,And see my dreams corrode with rust;Now all that’s left are fruitless firesThat burn my empty heart to dust.”
“The abundance of small things, it'll bury you.”