How do you sell your brandy? We sell it by the gallon, and not by the bottle.

They gather the bouquets — pink gingers, yellow tiger lilies and white anthuriums they cut from the garden in the hills — and she follow him to a grave with a shiny new headstone.

Then, there's scooping the poop. Rats are real little poop machines.

There is a mystery about wheat which grows deeper and stronger as one shares its life. […] It is more attractingly, hungrily alive than any fruit or even flower of the field, and the voice of its claim is to be felt in the field and not in the granary.