Quotes About Feathered

I once met an RAF pilot who told me of what he called a "bird strike". This, rather unfairly in my view, made it sound as if it was the bird's fault; as if the little feathered chap had deliberately tried to head-butt twenty tons of metal travelling in the opposite direction at just under the speed of sound, out of spite.

The poet he was escorting into Wales was a Horus-headed dud of some personal magnetism. The hair was feathered gell, the nose hooked. He stared at me and he didn't. His eyes belonged to a magician; one bored into you, right through the lens into the depths of the vitreous humor—while the other popped and wobbled in the style of Ben Turpin. He folded in on himself, profile sharp as an axe. A labrys. This man would have no problem seeing around a corner.

You don't take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn't polite, but because he's a cat.

The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle's own Lures. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.

Guess I can't go back to working for Quetzalcoatl, eh?" "When this is over, Billy," Black Hawk said. "I think maybe we should go and visit the feathered serpent. Hand in our resignations. I'll bring a box of matches." "You going to toast some marshmallows with him?" "I'll toast something," Black Hawk promised.

I am tarred and feathered with Time.