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Quotes About Cones

Rationalists, wearing square hats, Think, in square rooms, Looking at the floor, Looking at the ceiling. They confine themselves To right-angled triangles. If they tried rhomboids, Cones, waving lines, ellipses— As, for example, the ellipse of the half-moon— Rationalists would wear sombreros.
~ Wallace Stevens
The three species of pine native to Wisconsin (white, red and jack) differ radically in their opinions about marriageable age. The precocious jackpine sometimes bloom and bears cones a year or two after leaving the nursery, and a few of my 13-year-old jacks already boast of grandchildren. My 13-year-old reds first bloomed this year, but my whites have not yet bloomed; they adhere closely to the Anglo-Saxon doctrine of free, white, and twenty-one.
~ Aldo Leopold
Off the field, all my training is speed and quickness. The agility work, the cones, training with my track coach and keeping my speed.
~ DeSean Jackson
The seeds of a redwood are released from cones that are about the size of olives. The heartwood of the tree is a dark, shimmery red in color, like old claret. The wood has a lemony scent and is extremely resistant to rot.
~ Richard Preston
The Spanish government, having run completely out of money, secretly sold the Pyrenees to China, and is now separated from France only by traffic cones.
~ Dave Barry
I fuck conventional wisdom's wife. Clipboard. Orange cones. You're a mall cop. Not a real cop. My personal code is never harm real cops, who risk their lives every day. The Thin Blue Line. You're an almost-cop, so harming you is a gray area. Thin Gray Line? Who knows? So I'll err on the side of decency and ask nice. Don't yell at any more kids before you're fired.
~ Tim Dorsey
I would say the first three or four papers on nano-thermoelectricity in bismuth went almost unnoticed, but all of a sudden when Dirac cones came along - pop! - there was huge interest in bismuth-related materials.
~ Mildred Dresselhaus
Hey, princess of Popsicles! Queen of curlicue cones.
~ Wendy Higgins, Sweet Evil