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The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over The Lazy Dog

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Famous quotes containing the words quick, brown, fox, jumps, lazy and/or dog:

    Y’know Pete, back where I come from folks call that love stuff “quick poison” or “slow poison.” If it’s quick poison it hurts you all over real bad like a shock of electricity. But if it’s slow poison, well, it’s like a fever that aches in your bones for a thousand years.
    Dalton Trumbo (1905–1976)

    Piles of scrapbooks, the cuttings turned by time to the colour of the freckles on an old lady’s hand. Her hand. My hand, as it is now. When you touch the old newsprint, it turns into brown dust, like the dust of bones.
    Angela Carter (1940–1992)

    We follow where the Swamp Fox guides,
    His friends and merry men are we;
    And when the troop of Tarleton rides,
    We burrow in the cypress tree.
    The turfy hammock is our bed,
    Our home is in the red deer’s den,
    Our roof, the tree-top overhead,
    For we are wild and hunted men.
    William Gilmore Simms (1806–1872)

    I had let preadolescence creep up on me without paying much attention—and I seriously underestimated this insidious phase of child development. You hear about it, but you’re not a true believer until it jumps out at you in the shape of your own, until recently quite companionable child.
    Susan Ferraro (20th century)

    Take us generally as a people, we are neither lazy nor idle; and considering how little we have to excite or stimulate us, I am almost astonished that there are so many industrious and ambitious ones to be found; although I acknowledge, with extreme sorrow, that there are some who never were and never will be serviceable to society. And have you not a similar class among yourselves?
    Maria Stewart (1803–1879)

    Ms. Dog wouldn’t give them her buttocks.
    She would moon at them.
    Just at the killers of the dream.
    The bus boys of the soul.
    Or at death
    who wants to make her a mummy.
    Anne Sexton (1928–1974)