It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.

Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.

I believe in that line from An Imperial Affliction. 'The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.' That's God, I think, the rising sun, and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they aren't lost.

You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.

Hey Pudge," the Colonel said. "What do you think of a truce?" "It reminds me of when the Germans demanded that the U.S. surrender at the Battle of the Bulge," I said. "I guess I'd say to this truce offer what General McAuliffe said to that one: Nuts.

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

In the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.