Slow animals always become prey in the end.
If cats could count, they’d start getting nervous around the time they put paid to their fifth life.
The trick was not to stifle the emotions, but to control them. Love, anger, grief – all were weapons in their way, but they needed to be kept in check.
and it contained within it the prospect of living and the hope of dying, of endings and beginnings, of love and loss and peace and rage, all wrapped up in two whispered syllables.
You pay by the hour, even if the job only takes five minutes. I don’t do fractions.
Know a man by his metaphors.
Misery loved company, but damnation needed it.
Come on,” I said a third time, to the approaching darkness, to the figures that beckoned from within it, to the peace that comes at last to every dead thing.
It’s a full-time job being homeless. It’s a full-time job being poor.
A condensed Shakespeare with all of the dull parts removed, leaving only the great moments of drama: ghosts, and bloodied daggers, and dying kings.
But he was wounded, and tired, and winter was still upon him.
