Zuckermans Famous Pig Quotes & Sayings

The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes
Each year to disguise the clanking mechanism
Of machine within machine within machine. — Wallace Stevens

We rarely grow when we're happy, we grow when we hurt. — Maggie Q

I collect skulls; I think that a beautiful skull is a really good gift for a guy. — Bella Heathcote

It takes years to marry completely two hearts, even of the most loving and well-assorted. A happy wedlock is a long falling in love. Men and women marry fractionally, now a small and then a larger fraction ... Such a long and sweet fruit needs a long summer to ripen in and a long winter to season in. But real and happy marriage is one of those things so handsome that if the sun were, as the Greek poets fabled it, a god, he might stop the world and hold it still now and then to feast his eyes on such a spectacle. — Theodore Parker

Change is like that: you are no longer where you were; you are not yet where you will get; you are nowhere exactly. — Lionel Shriver

I don't know about five guys against the world. It's more like five guys against these three chords, and we're gonna wrestle 'em down no matter what it takes. — Benmont Tench

I was the lead singer in a lot of the bands I was in. You have to be comfortable. You gotta get up there and sell the song. You have to get up there and sell the lyric. You gotta be able to feel it. — Richie Sambora

My darlings, if I can't write dark, epic music, I can't live! — Amy Lee

I, uh, don't think I'm, y'know, so different than your average, y'know, average. — Jeff Goldblum

Be realistic: Go for the impossible! — Paulo Coelho

Maybe that was the price of ignorance, I thought, looking at the naked vagrant. Maybe Japan had to pay for the ignorant things it did in Nanking. Because ignorance as I'd got tired of hearing, is no excuse for evil. — Mo Hayder

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health. — Edgar Allan Poe

He had his eyes closed and
rocked himself so much that everyone thought he would
soon crash to the ground. And then it happened. He
crashed to the ground. Surprised, he lay on the ground
on his side, not sure what had happened, looking around.
Next he jumped up and listened to Matica's singing again,
starting to rock himself once more. His eyes closed slowly,
his beak opened. And then he crashed to the ground a second
time. This time he kept lying down, spreading his free
wing up into the air and waving it to the tune of the melody.
Strange sounds came out of his beak. It was a grunt
but more than a grunt, as if he was really enjoying himself,
as if he would follow Matica's words and would sing
or hum as well. — Gigi Sedlmayer

I am curious about people. I want to know their secrets ... because I am the last person to whom I would tell a secret; people tell me their secrets. — Ruth Rendell