Mail Carrier Quotes & Sayings

Now back in those days, to become a rural mail carrier you had to be approved by congress. — Betty Hill

The fact is that I find more most men are more open, more generous, and much more stimulating than the majority of females I know. — Marilyn Monroe

When I get up in the morning, I stay nude for three or four hours. If I really feel like getting formal, I'll put on board shorts. — Iggy Pop

I didn't want to be educated. It wasn't the right time of my life for concentration, it really wasn't. The spirit of the age among the people I knew manifested itself as general drift and idleness. We didn't want money. What for? We could get by, living off parents, friends or the State And if we were going to be bored, and we were usually bored, rarely being self-motivated, we could at least be bored on our own terms, lying smashed on mattresses in ruined houses rather than working in the machine. I didn't want to work in a place where I couldn't wear my fur coat. — Hanif Kureishi

My self-editing process is intense. — George Murray

The possibility of endangering Nevadans will never happen under my watch. I will do everything I can to protect the safety and welfare of our citizens. — John Ensign

Then eventually Westwood arrived. He looked nothing like Reacher expected, but the reality fit the bill just as well as the preconceptions had. He was an outdoors type, not a lab rat, and sturdy rather than pencil-necked. He looked like a naturalist or an explorer. He had short but unruly hair, fair going gray, and a beard of the same length and color. He was red in the face from sunburn and had squint lines around his eyes. He was forty-five, maybe. He was wearing clothing put together from high-tech fabrics and many zippers, but it was all old and creased. He had hiking boots on his feet, with speckled laces like miniature mountain-climbing ropes. He was toting a canvas bag about as big as a mail carrier's. — Lee Child

Don't Stop Believing — Journey

A lot of violence, a lot of gore in it, and I just didn't want to do that kind of thing. — Dick Van Dyke

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. — Thomas Haynes Bayly

Ah, me lovely Jo, let's mosey outside and talk." He finally released her hand. "I need to know where and when I can take ye." Really, demon, double entendre? As if this pirate had game! — Kresley Cole

All night he talks and holds me, all night he loves me slow and careful. — Robert Adamson

Years ago, when still a substitute carrier, I noticed a warning sign on an open porch: Beware of Cat! I grinned at the snarling animal etched on the sign as I put mail in the box. Not until I turned to leave did I notice the huge feline watching me from a shadowed corner of the porch. With its back arched, the cat spat at me, showing off gleaming canines. I lunged for the steps, but he caught me halfway down. He clawed his way up my legs and latched onto my mail satchel as I ran for the next house. He finally let go, but then strutted along the perimeter of the yard to ensure I had no plans to return. — Vincent Wyckoff

It is darker in the woods, even in common nights, than most suppose. — Henry David Thoreau

Todd's wife was one of those women with a forced smile perpetually cemented on her face. Even after being chased by a mob of homicidal maniacs and attempting to barricade doors with barstools she kept up appearances, practicing for the days when her husband would be running for public office. When she saw her son poking at their former mail carrier's dead body a look of utter horror came across her face for the slightest instant. She caught herself and put that smile back on so quickly Will wondered if she might have pulled a few cheek muscles.
"Trevor!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Trevor, you get away from that this instant! You don't know what kind of diseases that man had. Children shouldn't play with dead things."
Will looked at Todd and smirked. "Cute kid. How many of those things do you think are out there? — Ian McClellan

Not long after he moved, the mail carrier got embroiled in a battle with the Middletown government over the flock of chickens that he kept in his yard. He treated them just as Mamaw had treated her chickens back in the holler: Every morning he collected all the eggs, and when his chicken population grew too large, he'd take a few of the old ones, wring their necks, and carve them up for meat right in his backyard. You can just imagine a well-bred housewife watching out the window in horror as her Kentucky-born neighbor slaughtered squawking chickens just a few feet away. My sister and I still call the old mail carrier "the chicken man," and years later even a mention of how the city government ganged up on the chicken man could inspire Mamaw's trademark vitriol: "Fucking zoning laws. They can kiss my ruby-red asshole." The — J.D. Vance

Socialism takes and redistributes wealth, but it is utterly incapable of creating wealth. — Leonard Read

Only against death does man cry out in vain. — Malcolm Lowry