Patricia Briggs Quotes

Where there are sheep, the wolves are never very far away.

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.

Though the Fox run, the chicken hath wings.

Careless shepherd make excellent dinner for wolf.

When a lion doesn't get its prey, it remains hungry. When the prey saves himself, he has not won, but has saved his life.

Before I was the hunter. Now I'm the hunted.

Alright...here's the deal. What's happening in this piece is very simple, over here on this side...you see that there is a very scared little kinda guy over there...wanna know why he's scared? Because this guy over here is trying to eat him.

A short-order cook, just off work, makes easy tracking for lions and worse

We were like deer. They were like grizzly bear.

I'm just a simple guy swimming in a sea of sharks.

The sheep are happier of themselves than under the care of the wolves.

I prefer to be hunted compared to the other way around... I don't know how you say it.

Most wives look at me the way lame deer look at a hungry lion.

To a predator, fear indicates weakness.

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

So the lion is the law-breaker. Just as to the primitive man the lion is the lawbreaker, the great nuisance, dangerous to human beings and to animals, that breaks into the Kraal at night and fetches the bull out of the herd: he is the destructive instinct.

When I watch species other than my own, their instinct's wisdom is what most impresses and disturbs me.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

The cat does not negotiate with the mouse.

All the general fear I've been feeling condenses into an immediate fear of this girl, this predator who might kill me in seconds. Adrenaline shoots through me and I sling the pack over one shoulder and run full-speed for the woods. I can hear the blade whistling toward me and reflexively hike the pack up to protect my head. The blade lodges in the pack. Both straps on my shoulders now, I make for the trees. Somehow I knew the girl will not pursue me. That she'll be drawn back into the Cornucopia before all the good stuff is gone. A grin crosses my face. Thanks for the knife, I think.

All I know is, it is better to be the whale than the squid.

The tiger is humbled by memories of prey.

To wish and wait From day to day Will never keep The wolves away.

I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor and surviving.

Often think of the worst-case scenario, the "Eaten By Wolves" factor.