“Be careful with this one" said Dina, bending down to greet the cat. "All cats are half jinn, but I think she's three quarters.”
The quote by G. Willow Wilson highlights the intriguing and mystical perception of cats. Below are some contextual examples that illustrate how this sentiment can resonate in various situations:
In Conversation with Friends
While at a coffee shop, Sarah noticed her friend Jonathan petting a fluffy tabby cat sitting by their table.
"You should be careful with her," Sarah chuckled. "All cats are half jinn, but I think this one's three quarters. I swear she just read my mind!"
At a Pet Adoption Event
As Emily picked up a sleek black cat from the adoption center, she turned to the volunteer.
"What should I know about this one?" she asked.
The volunteer smiled knowingly. "Be careful with this one. All cats are half jinn, but I think she's three quarters. She has a lot of personality!"
During a Family Gathering
At her aunt's house, Lisa was introducing her kids to the family cat, Gerald.
"Just be careful when playing with him," she warned. "All cats are half jinn, but Gerald is definitely three quarters. He’ll charm you right out of your snacks!"
In a Fantasy Novel
The protagonist discovered a mystical cat in the enchanted forest.
“Be careful with this one,” the old mage said, eyeing the creature warily. “All cats are half jinn, but I sense she’s at least three quarters. She might be more than she seems.”
On Animal Behavior Blog
In a post about understanding feline behavior, the author wrote:
"Cats hold an enigmatic place in our lives. As one wise friend once said, 'Be careful with this one; all cats are half jinn, but I think she's three quarters.' Their playful yet mysterious nature keeps us intrigued."
These examples showcase the whimsical and magical aura that cats often evoke in literature and everyday life.
“A girl he loved had decided she did not love him--at least, not enough. How was such a problem usually addressed? Surely not with the clandestine exchange of books and computer surveillance and recourse to the jinn.”
“Look at all the Eastern writers who've written great Western literature. Kazuo Ishiguro. You'd never guess that The Remains of the Day or Never Let Me Go were written by a Japanese guy. But I can't think of anyone who's ever done the reverse-- any Westerner who's written great Eastern literature. Well, maybe if we count Lawrence Durrell - does the Alexandria Quartet qualify as Eastern literature?" "There is a very simple test," said Vikram. "Is it about bored, tired people having sex?" "Yes," said the convert, surprised. "Then it's western.”
“I think we're going back to the way things use to be, before a bunch of European intellectuals in tights decided to draw a line between what's rational and what's not. I don't think our ancestors thought the distinction was necessary.”
“How dense and literal it is. I thought it had a much more sophisticated brain." "Your mother is dense," Alif said wearily. "My mother was an errant crest of sea foam. But that is neither here nor there.”
“The force that played havoc with the cortisol in my blood was the same force that helped my body recover; if I felt better one day and worse the next, it was unchanged. It chose no side. It gave the girl next to me in the hospital pneumonia; it also gave her white blood cells that would resist the infection. And the atoms in those cells, and the nuclei in those atoms, the same bits of carbon that were being spun into new planets in some corner of space without a name. My insignificance had become unspeakably beautiful to me. That unified force was a god too massive, too inhuman, to resist with the atheism in which I had been brought up. I became a zealot without a religion.”
“It’s a strange feeling, praying into your hands, filling the air between them with words. We think of divinity as something infinitely big, but it is also infinitely small — the condensation of your breath on your palms, the ridges in your fingertips, the warm space between your shoulder and the shoulder next to you.”