Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’

Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.

She smiled again. "Do you like cat?" she said.
"Yes," said Richard. "I quite like cats."
Anaesthesia looked relieved. "Thigh?" she asked, "or breast?

There are broadly two kinds of people who worry and fear a lot. One who has built the desire more than his need and another who has got more than what he deserves. And both of them do everything to retain their position.

The dead can't hurt you, they're dead. Living things can hurt you, living people can hurt you but the dead can't.

There are different kinds of people in the world.

There are those who have suggested that the tendency of a cat to play with its prey is a merciful one...