“All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients.”
“The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.”
“New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colours of my life were changing.”
“If I were to show you pictures of my best friends, they’d all be cats.”
“... I thought about things stolen from me. I thought about the thieves I had known.”
“I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.”