“Kind of hard to forget a bruise exists when you’re prodding at it.”
“You’re cute when you’re pissed. Kind of like a wet kitten. Gets me hard.”
“But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.”
“There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.”
“A few alligators are naturally of the vicious type and inclined to resent it when you prod them with a stick. You can find out which ones these are by prodding them.”
“A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.”