When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin’, but not to help.
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
Nothing made me happen. I happened.
Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn’t it?
It’s hard to have anything isn’t it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.
It’s fear, Jack. The man deals with a huge amount of fear.? Because he got hurt?? No, not entirely. Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.
She didn’t give a damn about some of them, but she had grown to learn that inattention can be a stratagem to avoid pain, and that it is often misread as shallowness and indifference.