“Voiceless it cries,Wingless flutters,Toothless bites,Mouthless mutters.”
“He never got a really proper look at them, but the situation told him it must be a swarming flock of vaginas that flew all around his head, biting him toothlessly on his ears and his cheeks and his neck.”
“To think things out properly and fairly, a fellow's got to be calm and old and toothless: When you're an old gaffer with no teeth, it's easy to say: 'Damn it, boys, you mustn't bite!' But, when you've got all thirty-two teeth...”
“The men of my race arrive on wingless, eyeless ships.”
“Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.”
“Where are the reporters of yesteryear?' he muttered, 'the nail biting, acerbic, alcoholic nighthawk bastards who truly knew how to write?”