Often people who are wonderful with animals aren't always terribly good with human beings.
My feet are killing me." "I knew somebody who had feet like that. They'd walk all over him. Archie Kashanian was his name. He used to wake up with footprints all over his chest, all over his face. It was the death of him, finally.
Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.
To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!
What worth was a man who could not be haunted?
I firmly believe that a story is only as good as the villain.