It don't care whether I'm good enough. It don't care whether I snore or not. It don't care which God I pray to. There are only three things with that kind of unconditional acceptance: Dogs, donuts, and money.
The average dog has one request to all humankind. Love me.
All these sounds, the crowing of cocks, the baying of dogs, and the hum of insects at noon, are the evidence of nature's health orsound state.
Björk’s wraparound swan frock. . . made her look like a refugee from the more dog-eared precincts of provincial ballet.
I just couldn't live without dogs
My wife and my three kids and my grandchildren are my life, but my horses and my dogs are everything else.
I had a little dog and my dog was very small. . . . Of all the treasures that were mine, I loved him most of all.
Good dog! Nice fetch!" "He wasn't fetching. " "Bring her here, boy. Good job!" The dog looked from Zack to me. "I've been training him," Zack said. "Up till now he's brought home only dead rabbits, but I guess he's finally getting the hang of it.
Even a dog distinguishes between being stumbled over and being kicked.
There were only so many kicks a dog could take before it turned vicious. ’ (Acheron)
It is not the drinker, but the man who has just stopped drinking, who thinks the world is going to the dogs.
Dogs may be divided into two classes: those who are merely afraid of cattle and those who can't abide them.
He is afraid of you, so he hates you. It would be wrong to hurt him again. It would be like beating a dog after it has loosed it's bladder. The spirit is already broken in him.
We expressed love for this dog by. . . knowing without showing that we cared for him.
As we trudge back through the woods, we reach a boulder, and both Gale and I turn our heads in the same direction, like a pair of dogs catching a scent on the wind. Cressida notices and asks what lies that way. We admit, without acknowledging each other, it's our old hunting rendez-vous place. She wants to see it, even after we tell her it's nothing really. Nothing but a place where I was happy, I think.
Like a dog, a playwright lives in an eternal present and a play is never closed.
A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them. . . A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing. . .
My fashion philosophy is, if you're not covered in dog hair, your life is empty.
Dogs are a habit, I think.
What do dogs want? They want each other. Human beings are merely a cynomorphic substitute.