""The real story of the Fleece: there were these two children of Zeus, Cadmus and Europa, okay? They were about to get offered up as human sacrifices, when they prayed to Zeus to save them. So Zeus sent this magical flying ram with golden wool, which picked them up in Greece and carried them all the way to Colchis in Asia Minor. Well, actually it carried Cadmus. Europa fell off and died along the way, but that's not important."

"It was probably important to her.""
— Rick Riordan (The Sea of Monsters)

"Golden retrievers are not bred to be guard dogs, and considering the size of their hearts and their irrepressible joy in life, they are less likely to bite than to bark, less likely to bark than to lick a hand in greeting. In spite of their size, they think they are lap dogs, and in spite of being dogs, they think they are also human, and nearly every human they meet is judged to have the potential to be a boon companion who might, at many moment, cry, "Let's go!" and lead them on a great adventure."
— Dean Koontz

""sticks and stones might break your bones, but cement pays homage to tradition." "
— Sophia Patrillo

"The funny thing about stop signs is that they're also start signs."
— Maureen Johnson (The Key to the Golden Firebird)

"Do unto others as they wish, but with imagination."
— Marcel Duchamp

"He had once thought it was strange to have a friend you'd never met. Now it was even stranger, losing a friend you'd never really had"
— Tad Williams (City of Golden Shadow)

"The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know."
— Elizabeth Coatsworth (Personal Geography: Almost and Autobiography)

"Pumpkin, please listen to me, I wouldn't ask this of you if I had any other alternative. But I don't want to go back to being a maid all my life, and that's just what will happen if Hatsumomo has her way. She won't stop until she has me like a cockroach under her foot. I mean, she'll squash me if you don't help me to scurry away!"
— Arthur Golden

"When Coleridge tried to define beauty, he returned always to one deep thought; beauty, he said, is unity in variety! Science is nothing else than the search to discover unity in the wild variety of nature,—or, more exactly, in the variety of our experience. Poetry, painting, the arts are the same search, in Coleridge’s phrase, for unity in variety."
— Bronowski

"Do not do unto others as you expect they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same. "
— George Bernard Shaw