“You fed it.' The badger sighed. 'Sometimes I think you'll feed.”

“If I might ask--," she began.
Will sighed. "You know you'll ask whether I say it's all right or not.”

“Are you demented, you stupid badger? Is that your problem? Or are you just an idiot?"
"As to that, I… Did you just call me a badger?"
"A bastard. I called you a bastard.”

“Sometimes we'll sigh — sometimes we'll cry
And we'll know why just you and I know true love ways.”

“Vorreedi stated dangerously, "I am not a mushroom, Lieutenant Vorkosigan."
To be kept in the dark and fed on horseshit, right. Miles sighed inwardly.”

“I hear they feed you in Sing Sing,” Evie muttered. “Three squares a day.”

“Evangeline,” Will said with a sigh. “Charity begins at home.”

“So does mental illness.”

“Just as the root feeds the tree, so humility feeds the soul. The spirit of humility is sweeter than honey, and whoever is fed by this sweetness produces fruit.”
Sicut radix portat arborem, sic humilitas animam. Spiritus humilitatis est super mel dulcis, quo qui regitur dulcia poma facit.

“Love may be increased with fears,
May be fanned with sighs,
Nurst by fancies, fed by doubts
But without Hope it dies!”

“Badger: The cuss you are.
Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?”

“Sometimes you struggle so hard to feed your family one way, you forget to feed them the other way, with spiritual nourishment. Everybody needs that.”