After eating a hundred mice, the cat makes a hadj to Mecca.

Fiction. . . . It's like goading a mongoose and a cobra into battle and staying with them to see who wins.

The kind of violence one should fear is always quiet and comes all wrapped up in words like Love until you live with it daily and you value only that which is valuable to the violator.

Learning is just remembering slowly, like simmer coming to boil.

After eating a hundred mice, the cat makes a hadj to Mecca.