I am a very discreet human when it comes to other people.
Do your kind even know what love is? Can you feel anything at all, or is it just. . . programmed?
I think it was hiding a princess.
Little Red was a tender young morsel, and the wolf knew she would be even tastier than the old woman.
I have a glitch, too. Sometimes I forget that I’m not human. I don’t think that happens to most androids.
The better to eat you with, my dear.
She did not know that the wolf was a wicked sort of animal, and she was not afraid of him.
I've never been in love. . . But I imagine it's similar to the feeling you get when you see your waiter arriving with your food
Literature, taken in all its bearings, forms the grand line of demarcation between the human and the animal kingdoms.
There is something about the presence of a cat. . . that seems to take the bite out of being alone.
Most of what happens in the world is far beyond a dog's comprehension, so they must turn to their faith in us to help them navigate life's treacheries. Don't we, also, have unanswerable questions about the vagaries of modern existence for which the answer is beyond human grasp, so that only our faith can guide us?