“A mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.”

Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.

Not everyone knows what to do when they come across a snowflake in the desert.

God, can he see what he’s doing to me.

You understand what I’m telling you, Tommy? You have a light inside you, and the only person who gets to decide whether that light shines or not is you.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

I don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.

You are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky.

When half the town, law enforcement included, has paid the woman in question for an ‘adult evening,’ it’s almost impressive how quickly she loses credibility.

Really see me. Then I remember who I am, and that no one wants to see the parts of me I try so hard to hide. It’s a plain fact, not something I pity.

And you can’t outrun something you can’t see.

It’s time to see what happens when I fly.

I don’t want to hide. Not from you.

My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.

If there ever was a time not to be fragile, this is it.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.

The best part is coming. What’s the best part? You swallowing an entire cow whole? No. That’s the finale.

Usually, I’m only sad when something sad happens. I am not a melancholic person. I like to live very much in the present. If I was an animal, I’d be a little cat. They like to live life.

I stayed in show business to pay for my animal business.

I’m in the middle of my sixth book, which is about animals at the Los Angeles Zoo.

There is no more reason to believe that man descended from an inferior animal than there is to believe that a stately mansion has descended from a small cottage.

You know what the problem that animal activists sometimes have? They only concentrate on the heartbreaking things to the point where the general public thinks, ‘Oh, here comes those animal folks again and I’m going to hear all the things I don’t want to hear.’

Animals don’t lie. Animals don’t criticize. If animals have moody days, they handle them better than humans do.

I secretly want to be a zebra. That is why I always wear stripes.