Kurlansky The Basque Quotes & Sayings

Fishing is more than fish; it is the vitalizing lure to outdoor life. — Herbert Hoover

Most decisions are seat-of-the-pants judgments. You can create a rationale for anything. In the end, most decisions are based on intuition and faith. — Nathan Myhrvold

What stronger denunciation of an agrarian society than the charge of bestiality? Even in modern times, when Basque peasants engage in the duel by insults known as xikito, the accusation of bestiality remains a classic attack. And though to most people, sex with a goat would seem sufficiently perverted, it was not even conceded that they had conventional goat sex. It was group sex, and the goat sometimes used an artificial phallus, with the intercourse sometimes vaginal and sometimes anal. According to some accounts, the goat would lift his tail so the women could kiss his posterior while he broke wind. The — Mark Kurlansky

The house in which the fourteen sisters of Emilio Montez O'brien lived, radiated femininity. — Oscar Hijuelos

I learn my songs by ear. — Kate Smith

Time is not kind to everything. — Robbie Robertson

Brun, this is the man Ayla saw as whole. This is the man who set her standard. This is the man she loves and compares with her son. Look at me, my brother! Did I deserve to live? Does Ayla's son deserve to live less?" The — Jean M. Auel

There is a dreamlike quality to the 1936 Basque government, the fulfillment of a historic longing that was to be crushed only nine months later in carnage the scale of which had never before been seen on earth. — Mark Kurlansky

Suddenly Sheikh Kharraqani appears, riding a lion,
firewood stacked behind him. His whip, a live serpent. Every sheikh rides a fierce lion,
whether you see it or not.
Know this
with your other eyes: There are thousands of lions
under your teacher's thighs and all of them
stacked with wood! — Rumi

A lot of people in India are not that into non-Indian films or Western films. — Lillete Dubey

If he slept, he dreamt of the woman with the icy white irises. She exploded planes, swallowed oceans and crumpled skies
in her palm in his dreams. Sometimes she and the green-eyed girl were one. At other times, the green-eyed girl was alone, a gaping hole where her heart should have been. At all times he could hear the woman's cold, low laughter. It swept across his consciousness like a hailstorm.
When he woke up, he thought he was going mad. — Sukanya Venkatraghavan