“Japan and Hong Kong are steadily whittling away at the last of the elephants, turning their tusks (so much more elegant left on the elephant) into artistic carvings. In much the same way, the beautiful furs from leopard, jaguar, Snow leopard, Clouded leopard and so on, are used to clad the inelegant bodies of thoughtless and, for the most part, ugly women. I wonder how many would buy these furs if they knew that on their bodies they wore the skin of an animal that, when captured, was killed by the medieval and agonizing method of having a red-hot rod inserted up its rectum so as not to mark the skin.”
“She wore leopard-skin leggings, a tight black turtleneck sweater and sparkly red heels. I don't make this stuff up.”
“Humans wore skin and clothes— many clothes instead of fur. Would have been smarter to grow fur, but humans were never smart.”
“Can the leopard change his spots?” Emrys mused. “Leopards have, but the other leopards don’t like it.”
“At the top of the mountain we are all snow leopards.”
“What is this," said the leopard,"that is so 'sclusively dark, and yet so full of little pieces of light?”