I had rather munch a crust of brown bread and an onion in a corner, without any more ado or ceremony, than feed upon turkey at ano...ther man's table, where one is fain to sit mincing and chewing his meat an hour together, drink little, be always wiping his fingers and his chops, and never dare to cough nor sneeze, though he has never so much a mind to it, nor do a many things which a body may do freely by one's self.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Certain it is that scandal is good brisk talk, whereas praise of one's neighbour is by no means lively hearing. An acquaintance gr...illed, scored, devilled, and served with mustard and cayenne pepper excites the appetite; whereas a slice of cold friend with currant jelly is but a sickly, unrelishing meat.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He'd been numb a long time, years. All his nights down Ninsei, his nights with Linda, numb in bed and numb at the cold sweating ce...nter of every drug deal. But now he'd found this warm thing, this chip of murder. Meat, some part of him said. It's the meat talking, ignore it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The real meditation is ... the meditation on one's identity. Ah, voilà une chose!! You try it. You try finding out why you're you... and not somebody else. And who in the blazes are you anyhow? Ah, voilà une chose!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He swore he would never marry, and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging; and how you may be convert...ed I know not, but methinks you look with your eyes as other women do.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »