“I haven't got a racist bone in my little finger.”

“What a dog I got, his favorite bone is in my arm. ”

“#trump doesn't have a racist bone in his body. Don't buy into the lie!”

“It's like I've got a shotgun in my mouth with my finger on the trigger, and I like the taste of the gun metal.”

“Thus I got into my bones the essential structure of the ordinary British sentence, which is a noble thing.”

“Have a little faith in my magic fingers”

“I think American white conservatives and white liberals are, by and large, both racist. But the liberals believe they’re not racists—in fact, they believe in nothing else with so much commitment. They insist they don't have a racist bone in their bodies; they don't even see race; they were over that a long time ago.”

“Is our time up and on to the next fire / Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire.”

“Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.”

“I come fresh from the street,
fast on my feet, kind a lean and lazy;
not much meat on my bones, and a whole lot alone,
and more than a little bit crazy.
The old six string was all I had
to keep my belly still,
and for each full hour lesson I gave
I got a crisp ten dollar bill.”