#sausage

I don't want to write formula. I don't want to crank these books out like sausages. Every book is different, which takes a hell of a lot of ingenuity on my part. ↗

— Sue Grafton

#books #crank #different #every #formula

Never chain your dogs together with sausages. One must accustom one's self to be bored. ↗

— John Berger

#chain #dogs #must #never #sausages

Lawsuit: A machine which you go into as a pig and come out of as a sausage. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#come #go #into #lawsuit #machine

A highbrow is the kind of person who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso. ↗

— Alan Patrick Herbert

#kind #looks #person #picasso #sausage

I don't normally cook, but if I did it probably would be beans, sausage, bacon and eggs. I never really get to eat that to be honest. ↗

— Wayne Rooney

#beans #cook #did #eat #eggs

That's called a microphone. It's a big sausage that picks up everything you say - and you're starting early. ↗

— Prince Charles

#called #early #everything #microphone #picks

A high-brow is someone who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso. ↗

— A. P. Herbert

#picasso #sausage #someone #thinks #who

The intersection of pork and man was circumscribed with vagueness. Until now sausage was a mysterious world: the fenced-in landscapes of strange, exotic muds, the cloak-and-dagger butchers that veiled their conversations in Old French, the silencing of whole towns upon a nocturnal report of a flying swarm of oinks, the secret herbs and spices involved in the intestinal displacement before my screen. My own sacred art suddenly stirred a sense of understanding in me as to why pig farmers were so reluctant to explain their missing bicuspids to outsiders: sausage could not have effects. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#mystery #sausage #secret-society #art

The x-ray of your skull shows a large, flobby mass floating inside. I have to consult my colleagues to be certain, but it looks like a long sausage snarled into a lump. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#funny #sausage #x-ray #funny

There was something sort of bleak about her tone, rather as if she had swallowed an east wind. This I took to be due to the fact that she probably hadn't breakfasted. It's only after a bit of breakfast that I'm able to regard the world with that sunny cheeriness which makes a fellow the universal favourite. I'm never much of a lad till I've engulfed an egg or two and a beaker of coffee. "I suppose you haven't breakfasted?" "I have not yet breakfasted." "Won't you have an egg or something? Or a sausage or something? Or something?" "No, thank you." She spoke as if she belonged to an anti-sausage league or a league for the suppression of eggs. There was a bit of silence. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#food #good-humor #humor #sausage #food