A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.

The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself.

The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself. Of course he wants care and shelter. You don't buy love for nothing.

Cat hate reflects an ugly, stupid, loutish, bigoted spirit. There can be no compromise with this Ugly Spirit.

Like all pure creatures, cats are practical.

We are the cats inside. We are the cats who cannot walk alone, and for us there is only one place.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

Nature is to zoos as God is to churches.

He kissed me fiercely, with an utter abandon that I could no more put a halt to than I could stop an avalanche.

What shall you do all your vacation?’, asked Amy. "I shall lie abed and do nothing", replied Meg.

Count your blessings. Millions of people would love to trade their problems for yours.

Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.

We have no sense of the collective anymore in America. The response to Katrina was proof positive of that.

I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky.

I'm tired of pretending that everything's fine just so I can please everyone else.

As an actor, you're sort of the court-appointed lawyer for the character.