“I dare say it is rather hard to be a rat,” she mused. “Nobody likes you. People jump and run away and scream out: ‘Oh, a horrid rat!’ I shouldn’t like people to scream and jump and say: ‘Oh, a horrid Sara!’ the moment they saw me, and set traps for me, and pretend they were dinner. It’s so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said: ‘Wouldn’t you rather be a sparrow?”
“It's so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said, 'Wouldn't you rather be a sparrow?”
“Nobody loves the rat race, but nobody can think of anything else—Satan has us just where he wants us.”
“Did you bring me a rat?""He has no time for rats, George.""No time for rats? That's just sad.”
“The rats we met the size of small dogs and they watched us go by like they'd figured out that what People were for was feeding rats.”
“[He's] a rat. A first-class double-A-battery-run rat.”