Quotes About Fox

Trump even relies on Fox talking heads as trusted advisers. Sean Hannity, the Washington Post reports, "is so close to Trump that some White House aides have dubbed him the unofficial chief of staff.

A clear cold morning with high wind: we caught in a trap a large gray wolf, and last night obtained in the same way a fox who had for some time infested the neighbourhood of the fort.

But Ailes was convinced that Trump had no political beliefs or backbone. The fact that Trump had become the ultimate avatar of Fox's angry common man was another sign that we were living in an upside-down world. The joke was on somebody—and Ailes thought it might be on him.

Many of Trump's positions in the campaign were taken from the Breitbart articles he had printed out for him.) Indeed, Bannon began to suggest to people that he, like Ailes had been at Fox, was the true force behind his chosen candidate.

The fact that Trump had become the ultimate avatar of Fox's angry common man was another sign that we were living in an upside-down world.

Even a liberal reporter is a patriot, wants the best for this country. And people, your fair and balanced friends at Fox, don't fully understand that.

I skipped out of the Fox lot, threw my Keds back on, resisted the temptation to go over to the Simpsons building and take selfies with the Bart Simpson topiary,

silver fork (our crest, a fox rampant, almost handled and washed away

Diplomacy does not mean to become soft, but to be more cunning like a fox than the normal citizen. Killing two birds with one word.

Fox, in many ways ours is a degrading job-of-work. Custom makes monsters of us all. Do you ever feel like that about it, Fox? No, I don't think you do. You are too nice-minded.

The mirror showed a face with wild eyes and skinned-back lips, the face of a fox gone mad.

The English country gentleman galloping after a fox -- the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.

The fox has a hundred proverbs; ninety-nine are about poultry.

A bristling fox is better than a deranged, half-shod idiot.

The priest had been kind but could not draw her out. Instead she chose to tell her story in the greater church, the green cathedral that is nature. For nature too is holy, more holy than the icons, more holy than the relics of saints. These were dead things compared to the most insignificant living thing. The fox knows this, and the deer, and the pine.

He smiled and bent forward, a hand on each knee, his truculence gleaming through his smile like a stone under water.

Dust billowed around us, creeping under our loose-tied handkerchiefs and into our noses and mouths. It was fine and silty, red as ochre or the brush-tailed fox,

But Jesus replied, “Go tell that fox, ëLook, I will keep driving out demons and healing people today and tomorrow, and on the third day I will reach My goal.í