Quotes About Fur

She wasn't soft, but she never saw the sense of a living thing dying such a cruel death just for some woman's vanity. Still, she thought, a fur coat when the wind blew down off the Tenmile Range would feel mighty good. Maybe they made fur coats out of foxes that died of old age.

My soul is like a pawn shop. I mean it's filled with unredeemed pleasures, old clarinets, and cameras, and motheaten fur.

Guinea pigs are quite difficult to draw, I think, because they're so furry.

We must boycott fur coats as well as all the accessories.

I just don't think animals should be slaughtered for their fur.

Technology is now available that means you don't need to use fur. The alternatives are luxurious. There is just no need.

I named my kitten Rose — fur soft as a petal, claws sharper than thorns.

My six favorite textures for fall and winter are leather, fur, tweed, mohair, velvet and wool. I love that they are all as warm as they are fashionable and easy to incorporate into your wardrobe.

When I was a child, luxury was fur coats, evening dresses, and villas by the sea. Later on, I thought it meant leading the life of an intellectual. Now I feel that it is also being able to live out a passion for a man or a woman.

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.

Plastic tries to remember a fur-losing accident, but it must have slipped her mind.

War is the true Nature of the world, a dog with matted fur lapping eagerly at the bloody Niles, wagging its threadbare tail the entire time.

Hugh stretched out one hand and stroked the fur. It felt cold and rich, it crackled with silky static electricity. Stroking it was like stroking a clear autumn night.

The creatures came up the stairs a few at a time, pausing to sit up and sniff the air. Their eyes glinted in the darkness.They were a foot long. They were covered in moth-eaten grey fur and they had enormous fangs and big bushy tails, and there were maybe twenty of them, chittering from all around. Vampire crack squirrels, thought James, and wished he hadn't.

Oh yes. Blood is everything. But the only blood I'm interested in flows from my enemies. Look around you! These cats are bathed in blood. It soaks their fur and laps at their paws. This is the way we survive! We are BloodClan!

All kits get fevers!" Sandpaw retorted. "With his thick fur, he'll recover in no time. That coat's going to be handy in leaf-bare, perfect for hunting in the snow. The prey'll never see him coming, and he'll be able to stay out twice as long as thin-pelts like Longtail!

He took comfort from the warmth of her fur as he let sleep claim him at last.

And about time, too," Cloudtail muttered. "They frightened my fur off the other day, yowling that ShadowClan was attacking us.

Fireheart admired the ripple of her fur as she moved.

Yes, Black Eye. I remember," said Snap. "He had a—" "Let me guess," Lucky interrupted. "A black patch of fur around one eye?" Snap cocked her head, perplexed. "How did you know?" Lucky sighed. "Never mind.

His fur prickled deliciously in the light wind, and the rustling leaves seemed to whisper his name into the shadows.

Graystripe's thick gray fur was ruffled up against the cold.

Acorn Fur, Quick Water, and Birch, for instance—had amber ones.

I think it's refreshing that someone on TV can admit they drink beer, eat meat, and wear fur.