Example sentences of "it be [not/n't] [noun] i " in BNC.
Next page| No | Sentence |
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| 1 | ‘ It 's not money I want — it 's Ace Elliot . ’ |
| 2 | ‘ It 's not coupons I 'm short of . |
| 3 | ‘ It 's not Ibrahim I 'm worried about , Mike . |
| 4 | ‘ It 's not raisins I 'm hungry for , ’ he murmured . |
| 5 | ‘ It 's not Britain I 'm talking about . |
| 6 | But , it 's not Cassie I do n't think . |
| 7 | It 's a bit like being colour-blind , only it 's not colours I get mixed up , it 's objects . |
| 8 | ‘ If by the other , my lady , you refer to the regard the prince and I have for each other , pray be assured it is not pain I feel — but joy , deep joy . |
| 9 | It is not death I fear , but dying , and the hallucinations I will have in its wake . |
| 10 | ‘ It is n't indigestion I 'm frightened of , ’ I said |
| 11 | ‘ It was n't money I had in mind . ’ |
| 12 | Cos somebody might take it was n't money I sent anyway , just an order form |
| 13 | For days afterwards it was n't G.P. I was disgusted with , but myself . |
| 14 | His body was rich with the smell of sweat and kahlua and he sent me sprawling and hyper with untold hormones upon the bathroom tiles , but one day , suddenly , actually it was night , parked atop Mulholland Drive with the car windows steamed and the upright stick shift pressing painfully against my lower back and my head banging against the passenger door , I was paralysed by the heaving horny heaviness of him and my climax was full and first — first time ever — but followed by a limpness in my body , dull as the shade of putrid beige , and later I dreamed he had invaded me in sleep and crushed me with his broadness and with pillows , though Crilly it was not suffocation I feared , no , it was something more abstract , more bodily and carnivorous , something akin to nameless reptiles , and it was not so very different from the gun and the windbreaker blowing large and puffy about a stranger 's gut like a tent in my car at Pico Boulevard , and I so sure I would be found dismembered and crotchless and gory and absurd , strewn from limb to limb across the green tweed upholstery , unrecognisable in death , and again the windows steamed , the windows steamed with that hot clenched nameless fist inside me and the glide of cool metal against my neck , and then there were no thoughts , no words in my head , nothing . |