Charles preferred his deer to taste like meat and his pancakes to look like pancakes. Brother Wolf thought he was too picky. Brother Wolf was probably right.

He can stop me in my tracks, but he can't make me do someting I don't want to

"Can't sleep with a dead man in my closet." "You killed someone?" asked Ben with interest.

You don’t have the courage of a half-bred mongrel.

I don’t think you’re supposed to be able to get at that information,” said Leslie. “Don’t look,” said Goldstein, peering over Charles’s shoulder. “We don’t know anything about illegal hacking.” He whistled cheerily.

Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach.

You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.