tirsdag den 18. december 2012

Kendte forfattere og deres kæledyr

Jeg sidder begravet i eksamensopgaveskrivning, men det skal da ikke gå ud over mine læsere. Så her er et lille galleri med forfattere og deres kæledyr samt nogle citater.

William S. Burroughs and Ginger 
“Like all pure creatures, cats are practical.”
Ernest Hemingway with one of his many cats.
“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human
beings, for one reason or another, may
hide their feelings, but a cat does not.”
Colette with kitty.
“There are no ordinary cats.”
E.L. Doctorow out for a swim with Becky.

William Faulkner and his equally distinguished canine friends.

Flannery O’Connor with one of her many beloved peacocks.
“When the peacock has presented his back,
the spectator will usually begin to walk around
him to get a front view; but the peacock will
continue to turn so that no front view is possible.
The thing to do then is to stand still and wait
until it pleases him to turn. When it suits him, the peacock
will face you. Then you will see in a green-bronze
arch around him a galaxy of gazing haloed suns.
This is the moment when most people are silent.”
Dorothy Parker and her dog Misty.
“Why, that dog is practically a Phi Beta Kappa.
She can sit up and beg, and she can
give her paw — I don’t say she will but she can.”
Maurice Sendak with Herman (after Melville).
“I hate people.”
John Steinbeck and Charley.
“I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly
vanishing look of amazed contempt, and
I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.”
Donna Tartt with her Pug, Pongo.
“My dog has a number of acquaintances
of his own species — as do I — but it is
abundantly clear to both of us that there
is little company in all the world which
we enjoy so much as each other’s.”
Mark Twain and shoulder kitty.
“Some people scorn a cat and think it not
an essential; but the Clemens tribe are not of these.”
Kurt Vonnegut frolicking with Pumpkin.
Edith Wharton with double pups.
“My little dog — a heartbeat at my feet.”
Tennessee Williams and his cat Sabbath.
“What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?
— I wish I knew… Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can…”
Virginia Woolf and her dog Pinka.
“This you’ll call sentimental — perhaps —
but then a dog somehow represents —
no I can’t think of the word — the private side of life — the play side.”

2 kommentarer:

  1. Vi mangler lidt Dean Koontz sammen med en af hans mange hunde.

    1. Du har fuldstændig ret!
      Jeg har nu lavet et nyt indlæg: