“Every heart has its own skeletons.”
“Every heart has its own melody.”
“Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.”
“The heart has a heart of its own.”
“Every heart, it have its own ache.”
“Every pellet has a story all its own. Every pellet has a story all its own. With its fur and teeth and bonesAnd one or two stones, Every pellet has a story all its own. We shall dissect every pellet with glee. Perhaps we'll find a rodents knee. And never shall we tire In the sacred task that we conspire, No do our work less perfectly And those bright flecks at the core, Which makes our hearts soar, Shall forever remain the deepest mystery.- The owlets in the Pelletorium at St. Aegolius”