“Yes, I was suprised how easy it was to cut the door off my cat.”

“…If I say I ’m not a Chicana I might as well cut off my arm or my leg. And if I say I ’m not a feminist, well, I might as well cut off my foot. The whole package goes together.”

“You can't leave me alone," she said, following him into the living room.
"Yes," he corrected, "I can. You'll be perfectly safe."
"The front door's off!"
"Well, yes. You'll be perfectly safe as long as they don't come through the front door.”

“In that year [Einstein] had roughly equal numbers of large and small cats. Therefore, quite logically, he cut two holes in each door: a large one for the large cats, and a small one for the small cats. It made perfect sense. … A hole should have a meaningful existence, and the small cats might be offended if a personalized nothing was not prepared for them.”

“I have a vest. If I had my arms cut off, it would be a jacket.”

“Yeah, I said, swallowing and looking out my open door, at the ocean. The answer's yes.”

“I say to myself that I mustn't let myself be cut off in there, and yet the moment I enter my bag is taken out of my hand, I'm pushed in, shepherded, nursed and above all cut off, alone... Whitehall envelops me.”

“How many days have I spent alone with my cat… and when I say alone, I mean without a material being, for my cat is a mystical companion, a spirit.”

“If you cut a branch out of my forests, I'd cut your head off!”

“To be cut off from the land of the living, and yet not to be dead. How could I bear that?
That's how most men live, and don't even know it.”