Even a cow creates ambiguous signifiers. The moo of mystery.
First of all, you're improvising through a puppet, so you're not always yourself: you're a cow or you're a pig or you're an old woman, you know, whatever puppet you pick, or you're a demon, you know, whatever you pick up, that's what you get to be in the scene.
Mathematicians, like cows in the dark, all look alike to me.
Cow protection is the gift of Hinduism to the world.
I watched a TV documentary about how animals are farmed, killed and prepared for us to eat. I saw all those cows and pigs and realized I couldn't be a part of it any more. It was horrible. I did some research to make sure I could still obtain enough protein to fight and, once satisfied that I could, I stopped. I'll never go back.
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes, The meadow creeps implacable and still; A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies. One two three the cows bulge on the hill.
She always says, my lord, that facts are like cows. If you look them in the face hard enough they generally run away.
You can do gross-out until the cows come home but if there isn't something to balance it, then it's not going to work at all.
I'm not here to say I don't eat vegetables - I do, a lot of them - but, from a soil perspective, they're actually more costly than a cow grazing on grass.
Sometimes I scrape off a lot. You have on the floor, like cow dung in the field, this big glob of paint. . . and it's just a lot of inert matter, inert paint. Then I look back at the canvas, and it's not inert - it's active, moving and living.
It's not socially acceptable to be a complete and utter manipulative cow.
Economy, n. Purchasing the barrel of whiskey that you do not need for the price of the cow that you cannot afford.
I think no more of taking another wife than I do of buying a cow.
The central fact of Hinduism is cow protection.
A cat's meow and cow's moo, I can recite them all.
My father announced early on that he didn't want his sons to be "country club bums. " And for a number of reasons, I bore the brunt of that - I have an older brother and two younger brothers. So he had me work in all my spare time. I started out picking dandelions, shoveling stalls, milking cows, building a fence - whatever dirty job was out there. That's a big deal, because you learn things working that you don't learn in school.
Don't cry over spilled milk-- get angry and punch a cow.
Man, through the cow, is enjoined to realize his identity with all that lives.
Fear is not a sin in the taiga, but cowardice is [. . ].
. . . if fifty bands of men surrounded us and every sword sang for your blood, you could make off still with their cows and sheep.