“It’s so messy bleeding like a pig.”

“They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?”

“A drunkard is like a pig. The poor pig, however, is helpful. The drunk is worse and useless.”

“Isn’t freedom even this pig skin, which roasted like this crunches so nicely under the teeth?”

“I'm struggling like a pig.”

“Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.”

“I learned long ago never to wrestle with a pig. … You get dirty and besides the pig likes it.”

“Teaching Latin to someone like me in high school was somewhat like trying to teach a pig to dance. It's a waste of the teacher's time and it irritates the pig.”

“… it was more like bleeding than crying.”

“If I had a mind to rent pigs, I'd be mighty upset. A man that likes to rent pigs won't be stopped.”