“You fed it.' The badger sighed. 'Sometimes I think you'll feed anything.”
“The summer had been mad. It had been like a badger caught in a tarred barrel, fed on chilli an forced to listen to chanting monks.”
“Sometimes I think if I blink, you'll disappear”
“Sometimes, when you want to be in a place so badly, you'll do anything.”
“If you eat three times a day you'll be fed but if you read three times a day you'll be wise".”
“But what do you think, my lady?''I think that she must be cruel if she wants to be loved,' Gertrude explained. ' For once a lady succumbs to the man's desire, he rejects her as unworthy of it.'...Was love like a hunger, easily satisfied by feeding? Or did it grow by what it fed on?”