Quotes About Dill

I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out. They sold their soul to the devil, and the devil is dill.

Saltines and sardines. Staples of his diet. Add a chunk of rat cheese and a Kosher dill spear and you had yourself the four basic food groups. There simply wasn't any finer fare.

By July we had strawberries, red currants, raspberries, veal, dill, baby turnips, marrow. Mussolini resigned, and Italy capitulated. Roses could be had.

if you want to add a little spice to your life, plant some dill. And learn to salsa.

Dill? Mm? Why do you reckon Boo Radleys never run off? Dill sighed a long sigh and turned away from me. Maybe he doesn't have anywhere to run off to

Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.

summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longing we sometimes felt each other feel. With him life was routine; without him life was unbearable.

He's going to make me some invisible ink, and I'm going to write Dill in it. Francis asked what was the use of that. Well can't you just see his face when he gets a letter from me with nothing in it? It'll drive him nuts.

Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.

Dill was from Meridian, Mississippi, was spending the summer with his aunt, Miss Rachel, and would be spending every summer in Maycomb from now on. His family was from Maycomb County originally, his mother worked for a photographer in Meridian, had entered his picture in a Beautiful Child contest and won five dollars.

Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree-house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colours in a parched landscape ; but most of all, summer was Dill.

The only cheese I have in the apartment is a wedge of Brie in the refrigerator and before leaving I place the entire slice--it's a really big rat--along with a sun-dried tomato and a sprinkling of dill, delicately on the trap, setting it.

Gamache asked, sipping his cold cucumber and raspberry soup. There was a bit of dill in it, a hint of lemon and something sweet.