The very air had screams smeared on it. He flinched from the noise in this silent room.

Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.

I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.

You must understand that when you are writing a novel you are not making anything up. It's all there and you just have to find it.

In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, "Is this all?

I have no interest in understanding sheep, only eating them.