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“It's a bird of some sort. It's like a duck, only I never saw a duck have so many colors."
The bird swam swiftly and gracefully toward the Magic Isle, and as it drew nearer its gorgeously colored plumage astonished them. The feathers were of many hues of glistening greens and blues and purples, and it had a yellow head with a red plume, and pink, white and violet in its tail.”
― L. Frank Baum, The Magic of Oz

“I waited for him to come out. He didn't. I considered going in after him, but knew the fact that I had readied myself to kill him did not mean that he had readied himself to die.”
― Derrick Jensen, A Language Older Than Words

“I barged through the palace, dripping a trail of blood behind me as I held the dead bird by the neck.”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Traitor to the Throne

“He takes a kitchen chair and sits in the yard and all the ducks come around. He holds up the cheese curls in one hand and caramel popcorn in the other and his audience looks up and he tells them a joke. He says: So one day a duck come into this bar and ordered a whiskey and a bump and the bartender was pretty surprised, he says, "You know we don't get many of you ducks in here." The duck says, "At these prices I'm not surprised.* And he tosses out the popcorn and they laugh. 'Wak wak wak wak wak. I was shot in the leg in the war.' Have a scar? 'No thanks, I don't smoke.”
― Garrison Keillor, Truckstop and Other Lake Wobegon Stories

“Oh, and you accuse me of flattery! Here I waddle about like a fat old duck and you try to tell me I'm lovely.”
― Robin Hobb, City of Dragons

“If your mother likes your drawing of a duck and hangs it on the refrigerator, that doesn’t mean it’s good.â€�
“Snob,â€� Sam said.”
― Michael Thomas Ford, The Road Home

“Don't take me under your wing and tell me that scent is duck sauce”
― Josh Stern, And That’s Why I’m Single

“Sam, I know you’re upset over what happened with you and Drake,â€� Astrid began.
“Upset?� Sam echoed the word with an ironic smirk.
“But that’s no excuse for you keeping secrets from us.�
“Yeah,� Howard said, “Don’t you know only Astrid is allowed to keep secrets?�
“Shut up, Howard,� Astrid snapped.
“Yeah, we get to lie because we’re the smart ones,� Howard said. “Not like all those idiots out there.�
Astrid turned her attention back to Sam. “This is not okay, Sam. The council has the responsibility. Not you alone.�
Sam looked like he could not care less about what she was saying. He looked almost beyond reach, indifferent to what was going on around him.
“Hey,� Astrid said. “We’re talking to you.�
That did it. His jaw clenched. His head snapped up. His eyes blazed. “Don’t push me. That wasn’t you with your skin whipped off and covered in blood. That was me. That was me who went down into that mine shaft to try to fight the gaiaphage.�
Astrid blinked. “No one is minimizing what you’ve done, Sam. You’re a hero. But at the same time—�
Sam was on his feet. “At the same time? At the same time you were here in town. Edilio had a bullet in his chest. Dekka was torn to pieces. I was trying not to scream from the…You and Albert and Howard, you weren’t there, were you?�
“I was busy standing up to Zil, trying to save Hunter’s life,� Astrid yelled.
“But it wasn’t you and your big words, was it? It was Orc who stopped Zil. And he was there because I sent him to rescue you. Me!â€� He stabbed a finger at his own chest, actually making what looked like painful impact. “Me! Me and Brianna and Dekka and Edilio! And poor Duck.”
― Michael Grant, Lies

“Feeling a little grumpy, Melvin decided he would no longer take a bath ever again. Therefore, with that in mind, he marched off into the woods.”
― Cindy Fisk , Melvin Pickles

“That's the role... you know the droll... you just learn how to draw a drone.”
― Deyth Banger

“RJ gets to work in the kitchen on the dinner he is preparing, allowing me to sous chef. He seasons duck breasts with salt, pepper, coriander, and orange zest. Puts a pot of wild rice on to cook, asks me to top and tail some green beans. We open a bottle of Riesling, sipping while we cook, and I light a fire. The place gets cozy, full of delicious smells and the crackling fire. We ignore the dining table in favor of sitting on the floor in front of the fire, and tuck in.
"This is amazing," I tell him, blown away by the duck, perfectly medium-rare and succulent, with crispy, fully rendered skin. "Really, honey, it couldn't be better."
"Thank you, baby. That's a major compliment. And I have to say, I love cooking with you."
"I love cooking with you." And I did. I never once felt like I wanted to jump in or make a change, or suggest a different choice. I followed him as I would have followed any chef, and the results of trusting him are completely delicious, literally and figuratively.”
― Stacey Ballis, Off the Menu