...inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.

Moist was sure doctors keep skeletons around to cow patients. Nyer, nyer, we know what you look underneath.

You know I've never agreed with baths. Sittin' around in your own dirt like that.

Them as can do has to do for them as can't. And someone has to speak up for them as has no voices.

Lessee...he'd gone off after the funeral and gotten drunk. No, not drunk, another word, ended with "er." Drunker. that was it.

Animals never spend time dividing experience into little bits and speculating about all the bits they've missed. The whole panoply of the universe has been neatly expressed to them as things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.

There are, almost by definition, an unlimited number of Hells - potentially at least a personal one for every living sapient being.