“It layeth not in my power but that they devour me. But...they shall not deflower me.”
“There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me”
“Is it not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?”
“Ultimately, my love saved me, for my love gave me strength. At night, when sleep was sunwilling to rescue me, I gritted my teeth and devoured my fondest memories.”
“You know how dey say some people “devour” books? Not in da way ME do! Me REALLY devour books!”
“Because I am about to be devoured by poodles," I quip. "Remember me always, my love.”