Oscar Wilde Quotes

You're like this leopard who's pretending to be a house cat.

I saw what looked like another fallen tree in front of me and put my foot on it to cross over. At that moment it reared up in front of me-the biggest python I had ever seen!

We all have our preferences - some people go for birds - but for me, there's just something about the wolf; the design of it is really aesthetically pleasing.

Many cats are the death of the mouse.

I'd like to wrestle an alligator and fly a fighter jet.

I like to be a tiger roaming the jungle or an eagle soaring the skies.

For cats, a hound is a natural enemy. This is the order of things.

I want to create a cat like the real cats I see crossing the streets, not like those you see in houses. They have nothing in common. The cat of the streets has bristling fur. It runs like a fiend, and if it looks at you, you think it is going to jump in your face.

I have been called a Rogue Elephant, a Cannibal Shark, and a crocodile. I am none the worse. I remain a caged, and rather sardonic, lion, in a particularly contemptible and ill-run zoo.

In regard to tenacity of life, no old yellow cat has anything on a prejudice. You may kill it with your own hands, bury it deep, and sit on the grave, and behold! the next day it will walk in at the back door, purring.

For myself, I always assume that a lion is ferocious, and so I am never caught off my guard.

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

What is the cat?" he exclaimed. "It is a corrective. God, having made the mouse, said, 'I've made a blunder.' And he made the cat. The cat is the erratum of the mouse. The mouse, plus the cat, Is the revised and corrected proof of creation.

Whiskers of the cat, Webbed toes on my swimming dog; God is in the details.

Let's be perfectly clear, shall we. The fox is not a little orange puppy dog with doe eyes and a waggly tail. It's a disease-ridden wolf with the morals of a psychopath and the teeth of a great white shark.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.

so, when I spotted a cougar stretched out on a thick pine tree branch near the park gates, I wasn't surprised. I can't say the same for the women clinging to the branch above the cat. she was the one screaming. The cougar-a ragged-ear old top I clled Marv-just stared at her, like he couldn't believe anyone would be dumb to climb a tree to escape a cat.

It's a bold mouse that nestles in the catts eare.

Agnostics talk cheerfully of man's search for God but they might as well talk about the mouse's search for the cat.

If you want to kick the tiger in his ass you'd better have a plan for dealing with his teeth

The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space.

The cat is a wild animal that inhabits the homes of humans.

She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like death.

Few things are less comforting than a tiger who's up too late.

A bear! A bear! All black and brown and covered in hair!