Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.

If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.

You would run much slower if you were dragging something behind you, like a knapsack or a sheriff.

I didn't realize this was a sad occasion.

Tell me what it is, or prepare to eat harpoon.

Writing is a dying form. One reads of this every day.

When trouble strikes, head to the library. You will either be able to solve the problem, or simply have something to read as the world crashes down around you.