If the pull of the outside world is strong, there is also a pull towards the human. The cat may disappear on its own errands, but sooner or later, it returns once again for a little while, to greet us with its own type of love.

We hold each other's lives in our open hands, not in clenched fists.

Trust your luck, Taran Wanderer. But don't forget to put out your nets!

There is more honor in a field well plowed than in a field steeped in blood.

Are you slow-witted? I'm so sorry for you. It's terrible to be dull and stupid.

Thinking is a bit uncomfortable, but you'll get used to it. A matter of time and practice.

He [the cat] liked to peep into the refrigerator and risk having his head shut in by the closing door. He also climbed to the top of the stove, discontinuing the practice after he singed his tail.