Fiction is life with the dull bits left out.
Loyalty is an asset, independent and scarce, parceled out among different contestants for power. No ruling government or nonruling group enjoys absolute loyalty - no contestant can have the whole pie.
You’re optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.
You can call me he. You can call me she. You can call me Regis and Kathie Lee; I don't care! Just as long as you call me.
The fox when it sees a flock of herons or magpies or birds of that kind, suddenly flings himself on the ground with his mouth open to look as he were dead; and these birds want to peck at his tongue, and he bites off their heads.
Love lost is a special kind of failure, I think. It's a reminder that some consummations, no matter how devoutly wished for, never come; that some apes will never be men, not in all the world's ages.