I'm crippled for life.

My backbone's broken; I shall have water on both knees, a glass eye and a mouth full of store teeth.
But you don't care, you Hun.

You like it." And on she went, at the top of her voice, in an endless flow of farce and tragedy, crying and laughing, examining herself with eager hands, disbelieving more and more in the fact that she was still in the only world that mattered to her.
Having succeeded in backing his dented car out of the debris, Oldershaw leaped out.

His face had been cut by the glass of the broken windshield.

Blood was trickling down his fat, good-natured face.