Quotes About Roadkill

Despicable creatures, vultures: without a doubt the most disgusting birds ever. I suppose they served their purpose, but did they have to be so greasy and ugly? Couldn't we have cute fuzzy rabbits that cleaned up roadkill instead?

I could hear hopefulness in her voice, but also doubt. She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I'd forgotten. I was toast. I was boyfriend roadkill.

In understandably wishing to increase freedom and liberty, it paradoxically left massive road kill everywhere on the highway to rational heaven.

A fascinating index of the system's success is the spread of the turkey vulture, which had previously been confined to the southeastern states. The interstate highways functioned as a kind of moving buffet for them; as they followed the long lines of roadkill north and west over the next two decades, they came to inhabit every part of the country.

This roadkill monitoring is the project of James Gibbs, an internationally renowned conservation biologist.

And people say it all the time: 'You're a celebrity.' No, I'm an actor. I'm a producer. I'm a director. I'm a toad. I'm roadkill. I'm anything but a celebrity.

Greer's eyes darted back and forth on the road, always vigilant for bears. Or any other mammal that might wander onto the asphalt. She'd only been on the road for ten miles and already she'd spotted enough roadkill to fill a zoo.

Ah, it's a real pit. Sort of place where they eat what they run over on the road. Gorillaville. You eat the beer, then you drink

The only difference between a dead skunk lying in the road and a dead lawyer lying in the road is that there are skid marks around the skunk.

The dead by the road, or on it, testify to the presence of man. Their little gestures of pain—paws, wings and tails—are the saddest, the loneliest, most forlorn postures of the dead I can imagine. When we have stopped killing animals as though they were so much refuse, we will stop killing one another. But the highways show our indifference to death, so long as it is someone else's. It is an attitude of the human mind I do not grasp. ? Timothy Findley

The entire town of Monte Rio consisted of a gas station and a tire-flattened raccoon.

This is a little awkward, I said, but my mother just ran over the rabbit. Ran over? As in roadkill. We're not sure what to do about it. Where are you? Giovichinni's, buying lunch meat. And the rabbit? Gone. He was with two other guys. They scooped him up off the road and drove away with him. There was a long silence on the phone. I'm fucking speechless, Morelli finally said.

I stuff animals I find; I do roadkill. They're strangely fun to have. They're like easy-to-control pets.

Every scandal has its road kill: the pedestrians who stumble into the headlights of the oncoming 18-wheeler.

Anu is an acquired taste," I say lightly. Laronda widens her eyes and rolls them. "Sweet lord, yes! Roadkill with horseradish!