A Quote by Ian Holm

Bite your teeth into the ass of life. — © Ian Holm
Bite your teeth into the ass of life.

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I'm gonna kick your teeth so far down your throat you'll be able to chew your own ass out for pissin' me off.
Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it's not poison.
Bite your lips, little brother...Don't cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now...Wait. Clench your teeth and wait.
Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.
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.
A dog can bite you but you must not bite the dog! Your every movement in life must be peaceful; otherwise you lose your ethical superiority! Nonviolent civil disobedience is a genius; no power can beat it; use it when necessary!
The fangs of a bear, and the tusks of a wild boar, do not bite worse and make deeper gashes than a goose-quill sometimes; no, not even the badger himself, who is said to be so tenacious of his bite that he will not give over his hold till he feels his teeth meet and the bones crack.
And because my teeth don't bite, I can take them out dancing I can take my little teeth out and show them a real good time
How would you like to bite that in the ass, develop lock jaw and be dragged to death?
The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted.
The Devil fears the word of God, He can't bite it; it breaks his teeth.
Women today leave the house in animal prints and six inch stilettos, what does that say? I'm going to church? They're saying I want you to hang me by my tits from your ceiling and bite my ass. You know what I mean? That's what it says to me anyway.
Home is where your ass is and if you want to move you move your ass the first step is learning to change homes with someone else and have someone else's ass.
Some people have a blog that's, like, 'Today I brushed my teeth.' Well, who cares? Who cares that you brushed your teeth. Okay - you brushed your teeth! That's so massively egocentric, it's just ridiculous.
In the tale, in the telling, we are all one blood. Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it's not poison; and we will all come to the end together, and even to the beginning: living, as we do, in the middle.
The food that memory gives to eat is bitter to the taste, and it is only with the teeth of hope that we can bear to bite it.
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