Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn't it?

On a related subject, Signore Pazzi, I must confess to you: I'm giving serious thought to eating your wife.

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

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

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

The advantage of beating a mute is he can't tell on you.

Let me tell you about my day. I get up at 8 o'clock in the morning. At 8:30 am, I leave the house and I arrive at my office at 8:37. I stay in the office until 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I get in my Porsche and I'm home at 2:03 because the one-way streets make it faster for me to drive. And between 8:36 am and 2 pm, I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.