Snowfur X Quotes & Sayings

A toast to the weapons of war, may they rust in peace. — Robert Orben

I have a hard time finding something that I really enjoy reading, but I read 'The Great Gatsby' every summer. — Dree Hemingway

Bluefur sighed. Now that he'd moved into the warriors' den, there would be no getting away from the conceited young tom. If Snowfur had to find a mate, why couldn't she pick a cat that Bluefur actually liked? — Erin Hunter

My father was indeed a musician, but he was a weekend warrior. He was a welder, actually, and worked all his life at the Ironworks in Beloit Wisconsin, and he played in a swing band on weekends. — Robin Zander

The critical question is how a religious tradition is interpreted. Is it interpreted in ways that are pro-human rights or in ways that are a throwback to the Dark Ages? — Khaled Abou El Fadl

One can even buy a so-called Religion,
which is really but common morality sanctified with flowers and music. Rob the Church of her accessories and what remains behind? — Okakura Kakuzo

The greatest hunter is one who knows how to wait. — Erin Hunter

He slid his hands to the back of her neck, fumbling for the necklace's clasp. He undid it and held the chain of rubies up, red and gold in the flickering candlelight. "No shackles for us," he said, "no matter how rich. — Susanna Fraser

If Roosevelt were alive today, he'd turn over in his grave. — Samuel Goldwyn

skidded to the other side and disappeared into the pines. Pelt bristling, eyes wide, Snowfur streaked after them, over the oily Thunderpath. Bluefur froze. A monster was roaring straight at Snowfur. Without slowing down, it slammed into her body. Bluefur heard the dull thump, then the howl of the monster as it thundered away, leaving Snowfur's body lying like a wet leaf at the edge of the Thunderpath. "No! — Erin Hunter

You know, the act of feeding someone is the ultimate act of care and affection ... sharing yourself with someone else through food." He held another mouthful of cake under her nose. "Think about it. We are fed in the Eucharist, by our mothers when we are infants, by our parents as children, by friends at dinner parties, by a lover when we feast on one another's bodies ... and on occasion, on another's souls. — Sylvain Reynard

Faith like a child ... that's how I want to live. — Karen Kingsbury

If you want to be great and successful, choose people who are great and successful and walk side by side with them. — Ralph Waldo Emerson