Spread Eagles Skating Quotes & Sayings

If you've ever studied mortal age cartoons, you'll remember this one. A coyote was always plotting the demise of a smirking long-necked bird. The coyote never succeeded; instead, his plans always backfired. He would blow up, or get shot, or splat from a ridiculous height.

And it was funny.

Because no matter how deadly his failure, he was always back in the next scene, as if there were a revival center just beyond the edge of the animation cell.

I've seen human foibles that have resulted in temporary maiming or momentary loss of life. People stumble into manholes, are hit by falling objects, trip into the paths of speeding vehicles.

And when it happens, people laugh, because no matter how gruesome the event, that person, just like the coyote, will be back in a day or two, as good as new, and no worse - or wiser - for the wear.

Immortality has turned us all into cartoons. — Neal Shusterman

Already she was learning that you must not follow a boy around when he had other things on his mind. If you did, he might get tired of being with you. You must just wait and be ready when he did want you. — Nancy Barnes

Many of our racetracks were built in the '60s - not much real estate for runoff. — Connie Kalitta

Digger motioned to Zoltan. "What about that one? He has funny eyes. Could be an alien."
"He's Zoltan, a vampire like me," Phineas explained.
"Are you sure? Zoltan sounds like an alien planet. — Kerrelyn Sparks

Are you a man or a mouse? — Kate DiCamillo

Kids often ask me if characters are real or made up - and I always tell them, 'I hope they're real but I made them up.' — Katherine Paterson

It is utterly implausible that a mathematical formula should make the future known to us, and those who think it can would once have believed in witchcraft. — Jacob Bernoulli

There is a kinship between the concepts of nature and radical contingency. — Maurice Merleau Ponty

It is a still stranger thing that there is nothing so delightful in the world as telling stories. It is far pleasanter than writing reviews of famous novels. — Virginia Woolf