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

The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.

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

There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named -- the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.

And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.

He sees very clearly - he damn sure sees through me. It's hard to accept that someone can understand you without wishing you well. At Starling's age it hadn't happened to her much.

Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself.