If I had a razor, I'd cut your throat — just to see what ran out of it.

I know of a cure for everything: salt water...in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.

That your solution to everything? Cut somebody's throat?"
"Always slows them down.

Anyone will be glad to admit that he knows nothing about beagling, or the Chinese stock market, or ballistics, but there is not a man or woman alive who does not claim to know how to cure hiccoughs.

She gathered some brown seaweed and made a flat damp poultice of it, and this she applied to the baby's swollen shoulder, which was as good a remedy as any and probably better than the doctor could have done. But the remedy lacked his authority because it was simple and didn't cost anything.

"Do you know a cure for me?"

"Why yes," he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt water."

"Salt water?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea."

"If I had a razor, I'd cut your throat - just to see what ran out of it."

"Caterpillar blood," I said.

I shall seize fate by the throat.

For such a patient it would probably be a complete non sequitur to attempt to kill his self, by cutting his throat, since his self and his throat may be felt to bear only a tenuous and remote relationship to each other, sufficiently remote for what happens to the one to have little bearing on the other.

I mostly want to remind her of the recipes of healing, and give her my own made-on-the spot remedy for the easing of her pain. I tell her, “Get a pen. Stop crying so you can write this down and start working on it tonight.” My remedy is long. But the last item on the list says: “When you wake up and find yourself living someplace where there is nobody you love and trust, no community, it is time to leave town – to pack up and go (you can even go tonight). And where you need to go is any place where there are arms that can hold you, that will not let you go.

I want to seize fate by the throat.

The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the salt sea.

The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea.

You know what I wish? I wish all the scum of the Earth had one throat and I had my hands about it.