Quotes About Parrot

You're like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren't you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite.

Intellectual is a parrot; wise man is a crow. One is repetitive; other is creative!

Man is a parrot in the House of History; he listens and then he repeats the same crap over and over!

Rub R. Stamp has one virtue: he can repeat whatever is told him.

No doubt a propaganda system is more effective when its doctrines are insinuated rather than asserted, when it sets the bounds for possible thought rather than simply imposing a clear and easily identifiable doctrine that one must parrot—or suffer the consequences.

Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip. —Will Rogers

muttering Irish, he had had had o'gloriously a lot too much hanguest or hoshoe fine to drink in the House of Blazes, the Parrot in Hell, the Orange Tree, the Gilbt, the Sun, the Holy Lamb and, lapse not leashed, in Ramitdown's ship hotel since the morning moment he could dixtinguish a white thread from a black

I inherited him from my grandfather. My family had a carnival. He was one of the acts. My grandfather died and the parrot hasnt spoken since. Sort of like my grandfather's clock.

Geep,' whuppled the parrot.

Devona picked up my head-and-hands combo and perched me on her shoulder as if she were a vampirate and I her zombie parrot.

Bream Mortimer was tall and thin. He had small bright eyes and a sharply curving nose. He looked much more like a parrot than most parrots do. It gave strangers a momentary shock of surprise when they saw Bream Mortimer in restaurants, eating roast beef. They had the feeling that he would have preferred sunflower seeds.

but you haven't lived till you tried sitting in an emergency room holding a rodent at 2 a.m. next to a man with a sneezing parrot.

Eric Clapton always wanted to come out onstage with a stuffed parrot on his shoulder.

The funeral of Andrew Jackson at the Hermitage was flawed when his pet parrot had to be removed because it kept squawking out the profanity Jackson had taught the foul fowl.20

Boner, Peanut said. Oh no, Jade said to the parrot. No, no, no...you can't say- Boner Oh G-d Jade panicked. Peanut- Pretty bird, Dell broke in, smiling at the parrot and speaking low and soft. Such a pretty girl, Peanut. Peanut preened under his admiring tone. Pretty Peanut.

The parrot had a range of phrases. His own name ('Niko, Niko'), the name of his original owner and now 'Stavros'. Occasionally he would also say 'Panagia mou', which could be an expression of piety but also a gentle expletive, depending on how it was said. With the parrot it was hard to tell. It did not sound pious.

Writing was entering into fog, feeling my way for a route from this world to the unearthly world of words, a route easier to find on some day that others. Lurking on my shoulder as I stumbled was the parrot of a question, asking me how I lived and he died.

A pirate walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder, a peg leg, and a steering wheel on his pants," Derek said. "The bartender says, 'Hey, you've got a steering wheel on your pants.' And the pirate goes, 'Arrrgh, I know. It's driving me nuts.

This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its maker! This is a late parrot! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies! It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot!

You can make even a parrot into a learned political economist - all he must learn are the two words "supply" and "demand."

President Andrew Jackson had rather a foul mouth and owned a parrot. You can probably see where this is going... one shouldn't laugh, but his parrot of course picked up a number of his rather vulgar words, and once had to be ejected after repeating a number of them at a funeral.

Finches are seed eaters, but Dr. Daruwalla didn't know this, nor did the doctor know that the green parrot perching on the vine had feet with two toes pointing forward and two backward. These were the details he missed, and they contributed to the growing list of things he didn't know. This was the kind of Everyman he was—a little lost, a little misinformed (or uninformed), almost everywhere he ever was.

He's not pining, he's passed on. This parrot is no more. He has ceased to be. He's expired and gone to meet his maker. He's a stiff, bereft of life, he rests in peace. If you hadn't have nailed him to the perch he'd be pushing up the daisies. He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot!

Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.