I think reality is over-rated
Charity is a very labour-intensive virtue.
I suppose you could call me. . . Soot," said the thing. "Yes. . . Soot. I have breathed it, lived in it, and eaten it for so long that it is a fitting name. " "Eaten it?" asked Suzy. "Why eat soot?" "Boredom," said Soot.
Unhand my tail!" squealed the Will.
I am not going to change who I am. I am human and I know how to love, and be kind, and be compassionate to those who are weaker than me. Just because I have power doesn't mean I have to use it!
It's always better to be doing.
If only Sam could have stayed just like the Dog, she thought. A comforting friend without the complication of romantic interest. There had to be something she could do to completely discourage him, short of throwing up, or making herself totally unattractive. "I'm thirty-five," she said at last.
But I also enjoy life. . . the more scrutiny I am under, the more confident I become. I am who I am. I can't do anything about it, and I love who I am.
Even honor and virtue make enemies, condemning, as they do, their opposites by too close a contrast.
The Irish Six Million Dollar man only cost three quid.
He went, ever on the move, with the slow, shuffling step of wandering beggars who are nowhere at home.