The knife must have cut his heart in half from behind.

She was not sure the knife would even cut into it.

The voice and the light both ended together as if one knife had cut them short.

The knife had only cut a slice in his side.

I looked up and the knife cut deep into my palm.

Good though it was, the knife could not cut bone.

"Anyone who works in a kitchen knows when a knife isn't cutting."

"That's like saying a knife jumped off the table and cut you."

Will's Oxford was here now, just a knife cut away.

Take a knife, count the people at the party, cut the slices and hand them out.