“HauntedGulp down your wine, old friends of mine,Roar through the darkness, stamp and singAnd lay ghost hands on everything,But leave the noonday's warm sunshineTo living lads for mirth and wine.I met you suddenly down the street,Strangers assume your phantom faces,You grin at me from daylight places,Dead, long dead, I'm ashamed to greetDead men down the morning street.”
“I'm miles from where you are. I lay down on the cold ground, and I pray that something picks me up, and sets me down in your warm arms.”
“I'm miles from where you areI lay down on the cold groundAnd I, I pray that something picks me upAnd sets me down in your warm arms.”
“(Lorelei is accosted by Galbraith.)If you ever lay hands on what’s mine again, as God is my witness, I’ll lay you down dead. (Jack)”
“People don't lose their lives, Your Majesty. Their lives are taken from them, or else they lay them down themselves." And which will be your fate, Gabriel?"I'll lay mine down, Lady.”
“Chronicler froze. 'So you're saying I work for you?''I'm saying you belong to me.' Bast's face was deadly serious. 'Down to the marrow of your bones.”