There's a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand.
We go upstairs to her room, and Marla tells me how in the wild you don't see old animals because as soon as they age, animals die. If they get sick or slow down, something stronger kills them. Animals aren't meant to get old.
Marla lies down on her bed and undoes the tie on her bathrobe, and says our culture has made death something wrong. Old animals should be an unnatural exception.
When I was four, we fostered a cousin’s dog for a summer. I kicked it. My father told me we don’t kick animals. When I was seven, I mourned the death of my goldfish. I learned that my father had flushed him down the toilet. I told my father — in other, less civil words — we don’t flush animals down the toilet.
The animal looks at us, and we are naked before it.
There wouldn't be a swine flu if we treated the pigs better!
— It was a cockamouse!
— What?
— Did the horizontal, ten-legged, interspecies cha-cha?
All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.
A horse is dangerous at both ends and uncomfortable in the middle.