Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.
He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.
Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.
Among the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest?
I think it's one of the scars in our culture that we have too high an opinion of ourselves. We align ourselves with the angels instead of the higher primates.
Anticipation is the greater part of pleasure.