Actually, orcas aren't quite as complex as scientists imagine. Most killer whales are just four tons of doofus dressed up like a police car.

Charlie Asher: Mrs. Ling, is that duck wearing trousers? Mrs. Ling: Could be . . . . You hear of paper-wrap chicken? This duck in pants.

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.

It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs.

You're going to break my heart, aren't you?

The medium obscured the message.

Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk