“I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the 'monkey mind' -- the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl.”
“Like most humanoids, I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the "monkey mind"--the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl.”
“Yes, I know," he said, impatient. "I am going to rend you from limb to limb. Someday. When I feel like it. In the meantime, you will not faint, you will get warm, and you will stop being distressed." His nostrils pinched. "I don't like how it smells.”
“Is it possible to love any human being without being torn limb from limb?”
“Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.”
“I would think that the last person you'd want to sass ould be the one who might react by tearing you limb from limb.”