As cities grow and technology takes over the world, belief and imagination fade away, and so do we.
It's not the physical scars that are the most painful.
You don't dwell on what you've lost, you just move on.
Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?
I like all my characters in one way or another, or at least I understand them.
Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?