“My digestion is not mocked!" boomed the Russian. "Nor will I stand idly while Miss Larouche is insulted! You are banished, hedgehog! My digestion has spoken-BEGONE!”
“Digest-digests, digest-digest-digests. Politics? One column, two sentences, a headline!”
“I ate some emotional soup in my childhood and have spent a lifetime trying to digest it.”
“My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.”
“My pulse is buzzing and my stomach is a riot of butterflies and half-digested peanut butter cookies.”
“One of the great diseases of this age is the multitude of books that doth so overcharge the world that it is not able to digest the abundance of idle matter that is every day hatched and brought into the world.”