“Any rational society would either kill me or put me to some use.”
I have a taste and consistency that’s similar to that of a chicken gizzard.
God is beyond measure in wanton malice, and matchless in his irony.
This beast is your higher self
You and I are… part of his design
“It’s rare that I cook a meatless meal”
Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she then see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?
“How is this experience going to shape Will?”
“…not people. Not prey. They are pigs”
“as this evening has already proven, it’s nice to have an old friend for dinner”.