Ready when you are, Sergeant Pempbry.
Because it's his bad luck to be the best.
God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.
Life's too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.