Just because something is a metaphor doesn't mean it can't be real.

They were also slightly less intelligent than he was. This is a quality you should always pray for in your would-be murderer.

WHO KNOWS WHAT EVIL LURKS IN THE HEART OF MEN? The Death of Rats looked up from the feast of the potato. SQUEAK, he said. Death waved a hand dismissively. WELL, YES, OBVIOUSLY ME, he said. I JUST WONDERED IF THERE WAS ANYONE ELSE.

I don't think a baker reads an awful lot about bread.

People are often so busy living that they never stop to wonder why.

But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.

Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things.