Chop all the vegetables finely except the zucchine.

Throughout her adolescence, authorities... commented that the young mother-in-waiting 'seem[ed] to have very, very high expectations of [her]self,' and... there was no failing to discern in them that slight unmistakable note of approval... and at any rate the future mother felt (for the moment) approved.

Has he got a pulse? With that hole in his head? You kiddin', a pulse? Give me a break, will ya? He's about as dead as they come. Helluva place to do yourself. Hey, look at this, he's got part of his neck chain in his mouth. “The dude was loco, man. He was tryin’ to eat gold. Call it in and let’s get the party started. Got to get the body out and the mess cleaned up before light. Wouldn’t want the turistas upset.”

One does not remember one's birth -- one has to be told. But with me it was different; life came to me full-handed and dowered me with all my faculties and powers.