Quotes About Fur

I don't wear fur and I understand their cause. I am the biggest animal lover in the world. I have four dogs and two horses, and I have rescued animals all my life.

the silk is so fine…and look at this fur trim, that's even better than Marcia's winter cloak, isn't it?" Jenna

People who wear fur smell like a wet dog if they're in the rain. And they look fat and gross.

Whales are killed today to supply the limited demand for whale meat or to be used in pet foods or as fodder for fur-bearing animals used in the fur trade.

In that place there is always snow upon the ground, and rainbows ride like fur on the backs of icicles, which sprout about the frozen caps of cliffs. The air is sharp as a sword. The sky is bright as the eye of a cat. Very

Watch out, I have a large, very large fur, with which I could cover you up entirely, and I have a mind to catch you in it as in a net.

It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; Alice heard it muttering to itself, The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh, my dear paws! Oh, my fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I wonder? Alice

back again, and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering to itself 'The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers!

The performance is over." The audience got up. "It's time to put on your fur coats and go home." They looked round. But it turned out that there were no fur coats and no homes.

against herself and ran her hands over the sections of the bodice where different textures—leather and fur and feathers—had been woven into the sandy beige garment to give it an earthy look. "I have to confess I asked my grandmother." "How did Maddy know? I'm sure I never

Nathan said nothing for a moment. Then, "There's nothing in my fur, is there?" Simon gave the other Wolf a careful look. "No boogers." "Good. I hate washing boogers out of fur." "Who doesn't? What comes out of human noses is disgusting...

People who entered the Courtyard without an invitation were just plain crazy! Wolves were big and scary and so fluffy, how could anyone resist hugging one just to feel all that fur? "Ignore the fluffy," she muttered. "Remember the part about big and scary.

I got into animals by drawing hair follicles. I liked drawing hair, and from that I got into feathers and fur, then into images of animals. The patterning is the same, but the proportions of the body change from one animal to the next. A lot of it is just geometry and consciousness.

They gave him a little piece of raw meat. Rikki-tikki liked it immensely, and when it was finished he went out into the veranda and sat in the sunshine and fluffed up his fur to make it dry to the roots. Then he felt better.

He was a mongoose, rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail, but quite like a weasel in his head and his habits.

But the roaring of the fire, And the warmth of fur, And the boiling of the kettle Were beautiful to her!

We went too far when we put on the fur of lynxes, Of weasels trapped in winter when they've lost their tan; We went too far when we let the fox assist us To warm the hide that houses the soul of Man. The reek of the leopard and the stink of the inky cat Striped handsomely with white, are in the concert hall; We sleekly writhe from under them, and are above all that; But, the concert over, back into our pelts we crawl.

Would you like to sinWith Elinor GlynOn a tiger skin?Or would you preferTo err with herOn some other fur?

Get a feel for fur: Slam your fingers in a car door.

People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs.

Nevertheless most of the evergreen forests of the north must always remain the home of wild animals and trappers, a backward region in which it is easy for a great fur company to maintain a practical monopoly.

Drugs now travel the old fur trade routes, and where once Corwin

His room was like an explorer's den, a lair of furs, the cave of a magician.

Everything in the house turned damp; the blue fur of mildew crept furtively over any object left standing for the briefest length of time: shoes, bags, boxes, it consumed them all. The sheets on the bed were clammy when he got between them at night, and the darkness rang with the strident cacophony of the big tree crickets that had been waiting for this, their season.