It's fear, Jack. The man deals with a huge amount of fear.' Because he got hurt?' No, not entirely. Fear comes with imagination, it's a penalty, it's the price of imagination.
I have no interest in understanding sheep, only eating them.
How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.
You would think such a day would tremble to begin . . .
Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness except greed.
Ready when you are, Sergeant Pempbry.