A peacock escaped from the Central Park Zoo and wandered around the city. Either that or I just saw a pigeon on his way to a gay pride parade.
You're different. And I'm different too. Different is good. But different is hard. Believe me, I know.
To Paradise, the Arabs say, Satan could never find the way Until the peacock led him in.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
Only you could love such a vile, selfish peacock, Evie.
My fancy dress costume of choice is... something 1920s or 30s, when there was still so much elegance and attention to detail. An excuse for ultimate dressing-up indulgence.
Turkeys are peacocks that have really let themselves go.
A peacock that rests on his feathers is just another turkey.
Le geai pare des plumes du paon. A bluejay in peacock feathers.
Skaters are very much like peacocks.
And that's how the Peacock saved the Chameleon
I remember going with my parents to weddings where the women would arrive covered in black veils, but underneath, they'd be wearing the most exquisite brightly colored Dolce & Gabbana suits. They were like peacocks showing off their tails.
