I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.
Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.
I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
The woman's face was grimly drawn, an ugly expression on an indescribably beautiful face. This is the Shadowdun. You know who I am, but I wish to know you more. What is your name? Her voice was rich; it sounded sweet and smooth in Athena's ears, like soft honey. She hated every last word.
Stands the Church clock at ten to three?And is there honey still for tea?
What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.
I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.
We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.