Leftovers are less tasty if they were left over by someone else, unless you are poor.

Shergahn and friend lay like poleaxed steers, and the Daranfelian's greasy hair was thick with potatoes, carrots, gravy, and chunks of beef. His companion had less stew in his hair, but an equally large lump was rising fast, and Brandark flipped his improvised club into the air, caught it in proper dipping position, and filled it once more from the pot without even glancing at them. He raised the ladle to his nose, inhaled deeply, and glanced at the cook with an impudent twitch of his ears."Smells delicious," he said while the laughter started up all around the fire. "I imagine a bellyful of this should help a hungry man sleep. Why, just look what a single ladle of it did for Shergahn!

The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.

Instinctively I started to panic when Dr. Martinez strapped my arm down, andthen the panic just melted away, la la la.Someone took my other hand. Fang. I felt his calluses, his bones, hisstrength.____ so glad you__e here,_ I slurred, smiling dopily up at him. I took inhis startled, worried expression but dismissed it. __ know everything__ fineif you__e here.__ thought I saw his cheeks flush, but I wasn__ too sure of anything anymore.

What's a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?

My loneliness was an important part of my own little universe, not some pathological disease that needs to be gotten [sic] rid of.