It Was Admitted By The Early Rabbis That The Sectarians Could Be As Full Of Good Works As Eggs Were Full Of Meat.
As The Caterpillar Chooses The Fairest Leaves To Lay Her Eggs On, So The Priest Lays His Curse On The Fairest Joys.
I Was Very Aware When I Went To The Academy Awards That It Would Probably Be My First And Last Time. So I Thought My Input Should Really Be About Fertility, And I Thought I'd Bring Some Eggs.
Football Is A Fertility Festival. Eleven Sperm Trying To Get Into The Egg. I Feel Sorry For The Goalkeeper.
Scarabaeus, N. The Sacred Beetle Of The Ancient Egyptians, Allied To Our Familiar "tumble-bug." It Was Supposed To Symbolize Immortality, The Fact That God Knew Why Giving It Its Peculiar Sanctity. Its Habit Of Incubating Its Eggs In A Ball Of Ordure May Also Have Commended It To The Favor Of The Priesthood, And May Some Day Assure It An Equal Reverence Among Ourselves. True, The American Beetle Is An Inferior Beetle, But The American Priest Is An Inferior Priest.
They Say That Hens Do Cackle Loudest When There Is Nothing Vital In The Eggs They Have Laid.
When You Take Away The Subsistence Economy, Then Your Farm Population Is Seriously Exposed To The Vagaries Of The Larger Economy. As It Used To Be, The Subsistence Economy Carried People Through The Hard Times, And What You Might Call The Housewife's Economy Of Cream And Eggs Often Held These Farms And Their Families Together.
Nature Has Got It All Wrong: When You Are Younger, It Should Be Harder To Get Pregnant, And As You Get Older It Should Be Easier. When You Are So Ready, You Can't Do It To Save Your Life. And When You Are 21, You Are So Not Ready, But You Are Ripe As Could Be. The Eggs Should Become More Developed The Older You Get, Not Die Slowly From The Day You're Born. That's One Thing God Got Wrong.
When Film Is Not A Document, It Is Dream. That Is Why Tarkovsky Is The Greatest Of Them All. He Moves With Such Naturalness In The Room Of Dreams. He Doesn't Explain. What Should He Explain Anyhow? He Is A Spectator, Capable Of Staging His Visions In The Most Unwieldy But, In A Way, The Most Willing Of Media. All My Life I Have Hammered On The Doors Of The Rooms In Which He Moves So Naturally. Only A Few Times Have I Managed To Creep Inside. Most Of My Conscious Efforts Have Ended In Embarrassing Failure - The Serpent's Egg, The Touch, Face To Face And So On.
If Sleep Is The Apogee Of Physical Relaxation, Boredom Is The Apogee Of Mental Relaxation. Boredom Is The Dream Bird That Hatches The Egg Of Experience.
Boredom Is The Dream Bird That Hatches The Egg Of Experience. A Rustling In The Leaves Drives Him Away.
That's Our Plan? We're Going To Walk Fifty Kilometers, Right Past The Germans, To A Poultry Collective That Maybe Didn't Get Burned Down, Grab A Dozen Eggs, And Come Home?" "well, Anything Would Sound Ridiculous If Said It In That Tone Of Voice." "tone Of....i'm Asking You A Question!
