Quotes About Mice

Reality's a horde of mice, nibbling away in the basement of your dreams.…

I want in," the boy said. "In on what?" "You're the Hunter. You're hunting the slavers. I want in." "And how would you know that?" If someone had opened their mouth, he would be really put out. Jack gave a one-shouldered shrug. "We overhead you and Declan talking." "Declan's study is soundproof." "Not to reanimated mice," Jack said.

What you want to know is... does it shorten your life? You can do those kinds of questions in mice, but those are expensive to do and no one's been really doing them.

more interesting than white mice—though I must frankly say, of all the mice I ever knew, Brenda was the most utterly dismal." "She was dull," I said, sycophantically. "When I go to London

It turns out that magical mice high on incense are really good at not being caught.

Bianca and Mindy crept into the room like great big fashionable mice.

If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.

I don't look at stories in genres. A good story is a good story, no matter what planet it happens on, whether the characters are mice or human or whatever. That's how I look at it.

Cruel, Clever Cat. Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breath Nice mice to an untimely death.

He could hear rain pattering on the thatch, like a million mice line-dancing.

The troubles of Lieutenant Byng were not, however, quite over. He had to return to London early next morning — and he still had thirteen mice on his hands. Late that night he made a cautious reconnaissance of the corridors. And under the door of every bedroom which had a pair of lady's shoes outside it he liberated one mouse!

Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah...

When I was a kid I read these books, the Redwall books, fantasy books about a bunch of warrior mice, and the mice had this war cry that I always thought was cool: "Eulalia." And like an idiot, that's what I yelled off the Brooklyn Bridge: Eulaliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

But these being glove-gray country mice that have skittered in from a Tom-and-Jerry cartoon, I root for their innocence and ingenuity. I am even mouse-proud. My mice arc smarter than your mice! After the stunt with the Skippy peanut butter jar, I felt as if they had gotten 8oos on their SATs. These guys arc good.

We talked of mice, the cat and I, and of the importance of napping.

We see that mice that undergo caloric restriction show a lower telomere shortening rate than those fed with a normal diet. These mice therefore have longer telomeres as adults, as well as lower rates of chromosome anomalies.

There is no such thing as pure good or pure evil, least of all in people. In the best of us there are thoughts or deeds that are wicked, and in the worst of us, at least some virtue. An adversary is not one who does loathsome acts for their own sake. He always has a reason that to him is justification. My cat eats mice. Does that make him bad? I don't think so, and the cat doesn't think so, but I would bet the mice have a different opinion.

Bag of Mice I dreamt your suicide note was scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag, & in the bag were six baby mice. The bag opened into darkness, smoldering from the top down. The mice, huddled at the bottom, scurried the bag across a shorn field. I stood over it & as the burning reached each carbon letter of what you'd written your voice released into the night like a song, & the mice grew wilder.

Also, I have a mornid fear of rates, and mice, and nettles and wasps and jagged cans and rotting food and damp newspapers and the unemployed.

returned to his drunken mice, dreaming their placid, inebriated dreams. He reached in and scratched one on the nose; like a bum, or one of his daughters, it seemed to snort before it rolled over. Poor mice. They were the only animals whose alcoholism he was able to forgive—he knew the genetics behind it, after all—and he often found himself envying them their single-minded devotion to drinking, and their peace.

Once a subscription was raised for him; and, to keep up his spirits, he was presented before the holidays with two white mice, a rabbit, a pigeon, and a beautiful puppy. Old Cheeseman cried about it — especially soon afterwards, when they all ate one another.

Resveratrol had a decent benefit when the mice were obese and sedentary. The mice that were fed a lean diet and resveratrol lived significantly longer than other treated mice as well as those that had no healthy diet and no resveratrol. So resveratrol is not an excuse to be lazy or eat whatever you want.

Besides," said Rigg-the-killer, "I don't want to leave the future of the human race on both planets in the tiny little hands of the sentient mice of Odinfold.

He told how he had seen the lies run down the lawyer's tongue. Vague but of a substance, they came down like mice and looked about a moment before scuttling off.