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Look, if you don’t make a fool of yourself over animals, at least in private, you aren’t to be trusted.
Sometimes it’s hard to know if someone is insulting or just an American.
A Frenchwoman once told me that I had no poetry in my soul. I recited a dirty limerick to her, and she threw a lemon at my head. Paris is a marvelous city.)
His voice had that light veneer of humor that we all get, because if we don’t pretend we’re laughing, we might have to admit just how broken we are.
It is very unpleasant to sit down to a meal when you are trying to determine which one of your breakfast companions is a murderer.
Damnable English language—more words than anybody can be expected to keep track of, and then they use the same one for about three different things.
