A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
The flesh was falling from the bones of those I loved, and all the mountain flowers were crushed and broken.
What a dog I got, his favorite bone is in my arm.
In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings
My man prefers meat over the bone.
The dog that trots about finds a bone.
To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
I try to catch them right on the tip of his nose, because I try to punch the bone into the brain.