“The prospect of change is a many-fanged beast, my dear.”
“My birth is imminent. Forgive me, brethren. Do not prevent me from coming to life.– As he faced the prospect of being devoured by wild beasts for his faith”
“My dear Lady Kroesig, I have only read one book in my life, and that is ‘White Fang.’ It’s so frightfully good I’ve never bothered to read another.”
“No, instead it is the beastly Cecily Temple who answers me. Dead, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.”
“Dear Father, hear and bless thy beasts and singing birds, and guard with tenderness small things that have no words.”
“A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .”