Buck did not cry out. He did not check himself, but drove in upon Spitz, shoulder to shoulder, so hard that he missed the throat. They rolled over and over in the powdery snow. Spitz gained his feet almost as though he had not been overthrown, slashing Buck down the shoulder and leaping clear. Twice his teeth clipped together, like the steel jaws of a trap, as he backed away for better footing, with lean and lifting lips that writhed and snarled.

Food for thought requires a mind with teeth.

I’m solitary as a pulled tooth, Lonely as an unwelcome truth, Lost as a minnow out of school, A genius in a crop of fools.

I stood there with only the weapons and the powers that Nature had endowed me with – hands, feet, and teeth.

Intimacy doesn’t have all that much to do with backseats of cars. Real intimacy is brushing your teeth together.

I told my dentist my teeth are going yellow. he told me to wear a brown tie.

Cinema in India is like brushing your teeth in the morning. You can’t escape it.

The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.

Behind every smile there’s teeth.

If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.

You speak sour lemonade to me. The bitter taste won’t let me be. One kiss was supposed to be so sweet. But I found grapefruit in your teeth. Old gum, is all you’ll ever be to me. I spit you out and brush my teeth.

Let us have a dagger between our teeth,a bomb in our hand,and an infinite scorn in our hearts.

I believe it doesn’t really matter where you work as long as you work. Keep sharpening your teeth.