…It's as if they actually think that what other people think of them somehow doesn't matter. I mean, I know we're all supposed to believe that, but obviously, none of us actually do. And nor should we, because it does! It does matter! And the peopl...
Hermione: Beautiful day. Ron: Gorgeous. Unless of course you've been ripped to pieces. Harry: Ripped to pieces? What are you talking about? Hermione: Ronald has lost his rat. Ron: I haven't lost anything! Your cat killed him! Hermione: Rubbish! Ron: ...
Holly Golightly: He's all right! Aren't you, cat? Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven't got the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don't want to own anythi...
Does a cat know he is a cat? Does a dog know he is a dog? Does nature know it is called nature? Does this planet know its name Earth? Does Sun know its name and its category as a star? Does Universe know that it is Universe? Does God knows that he is...
There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.
Maturity, the way I understand it, is knowing what your limitations are.
Never pray for justice, because you might get some.
The man who has faith in logic is always cuckolded by reality.
A pink razor is like a mouse, where ever it is the pussy will follow.
My dad has totally taken my Cat Stevens T-shirt, but it's OK; I have his Black Flag one, and that's amazing.
There are whiskers in my soup, and my spoon smells like my cat’s ass.
Newspapers, of course, need both news and fanfare. A blending of gossip and truth.
Perhaps grown women are beings of a good deal more complexity than cats
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
Cats are people, and the sooner the world accepts that fact, the better off the world will be.
When Rome burned, the emperor's cats still expected to be fed on time.
[Cats] are blissfully unaware that they have only a finite time in which to finish their ‘to do’ list.
Cats, as you know, are quite impervious to threats.
Interrupted again! if it's not Jules it's the cat! that's the female speciality: interruptions!
For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!
I’m a cat. We aren’t required to make sense.
