Buzzards Quotes

Hamburger steak is carrion, and quite unfit for food except by a turkey buzzard, a hyena, or some other scavenger.

Well, laddie, if you've let an old buzzard like me hurt you confidence, you couldn't have had much in the first place.

And while blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can hear And still you will not answer with that message coming clear Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream?

I think we look back at times past with fondness because we were younger. Life had not yet begun pecking away at our innocence like buzzards on fresh road kill.

Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day.  Teach a man to fish, and the old buzzard won't be hanging around, underfoot, all weekend.

Mexico: where life is cheap, death is rich, and the buzzards are never unhappy.

I've exercised with women so thin that buzzards followed them to their cars.

The miser and the glutton are two facetious buzzards: one hides his store, and the other stores his hide.

Buzzards got to eat; same as worms.

Buzzards got to eat, same as the worms.

We are kindred all of us, killer and victim, predator and prey, me and the sly coyote, the soaring buzzard, the elegant gopher snake, and trembling cottontail, the foul worms that feed on our entrails; all of them, all of us. Long live diversity, long live the earth!

My sister called me "Buzzard" when I was a baby - she couldn't say "Brother" so I've been Buzz my whole life.

You must first realize the thing completely in your mind. Then grasp the brush, fix your attention so that you see clearly what you wish to paint; start quickly, move the brush, follow straight what you see before you, as the buzzard swoops down when the hare jumps out. If you hesitate one moment, it is gone.

If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.

A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.

The wild black scavengers of the skies laid their eggs in season and lovingly fed their young. They soared high over prairies and mountains and plains, searching for the fulfillment of that share of life's destiny which was theirs according to the plan of Nature. Their philosophers demonstrated by unaided 15 Animals reason alone that the Supreme Cathartes aura regnans had created the world especially for buzzards. They worshipped him with hearty appetites for many centuries.

Oh, we played about like three tons of buzzard puke this afternoon.