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“Kids are baby goats. They're cute and they have redeeming social value. You are definitely not kids.”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“Ellen walks past the lobby in her high heels, stops in her tracks, and turns back around to face Zack.

She points at Marvin. "Is that a goat?"

Zack nods once. "Yes, ma'am."
"In my lobby?"
"Yes, ma'am. But he's a friendly goat."

Ellen plasters on a polite smile. "I don't care if he's a tap-dancing goat. I want him out of here.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“From sunrise to sunset, I was in the forest, sometimes far from the house, with my goat who watched me as a mother does a child. All the animals in the forest became my friends, even dangerous and poisonous ones. Thanks to my goat-mother and my Indian nurse, I have always enjoyed the trust of animals--a precious gift. I still love animals infinitely more than human beings.”
― Diego Rivera, My Art, My Life

“But...that doesn't make any sense...!'
'It does if you're a goat.”
― Linda Medley, Castle Waiting, Vol. 2

“I saw goats. A party can’t be all bad when you have goats,â€� Lucy said.”
― Mary Jane Hathaway, Persuasion, Captain Wentworth and Cracklin' Cornbread

“Goats' refusal of young blackbrush shoots, furthermore, is outright. They want nothing to do with it. Provenza pointed at his hand, then his arm and body, and said, "Every organ and every cell has receptors similar to what's in your nose and on your tongue." Creatures communicate within their environment the same way they communicate within their own bodies -- through chemical trigger substances that bind to receptors and produce responses. "It's all part of a feedback system," Provenza said, "that tells the body what's good and what isn't."

Goats are not stupid after all. They don't bumble through the world eating what they were born to like. They experience need states, satisfaction, and delight along with aversions to strong a mere hint of something can make them turn away in disgust. Flavor is what nutrition feels like to a goat.

If goats had a word for delicious, it would have two meanings. The first would be: I like this. The second would be: This is what my body needs. For goats, they are the same thing.”
― Mark Schatzker, The Dorito Effect: The Surprising New Truth About Food and Flavor

“On a scale ranging from very little to too much, Merkin could just about categorize the amount of personal data stored in Master Loo’s computer as a shitload.”
― Sorin Suciu, The Scriptlings

“The only problem with having sex with a goat is you have to walk around to the front when you want to kiss them.”
― Ronnie "The Hawk" Hawkins

“You said something slightly off-color about her shoes and she brought up the fact that you had a slow eye and danced like a goat with a rock stuck in its ass. Ouch. You would just be playing and homegirl would be coming down on you off the top rope.”
― Junot Díaz

“Papa, why are you selling our goats? I like these goats."

"A week ago the price was five hundred, now it's four hundred. I'm sorry, but we can't wait for it go any lower."

Mankhalala and the others were tied by their front legs with a long rope. When my father started down the trail, they stumbled and began to cry. They knew their future. Mankhalala looked back, as if telling me to help him. Even Khamba whined and barked a few times, pleading their case. But I had to let them down. What could I do? My family had to eat.”
― William Kamkwamba, The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Creating Currents of Electricity and Hope

“What's that smell?" [my mother] shouted.

"Biogas, it's-"

"It's horrible!"

By now the plastic was rumbling like mad, ready to blow. I had to act quickly. It was time to remove the reed and proceed with ignition.

I reached over and quickly popped out the reed, and when I did, a pipe of silver steam came rushing out the top. My mother was right, it smelled vile. I'd set aside a long piece of grass, so I grabbed it now and poked it into the fire, catching a flame.

"Stand back!" I shouted. "This could be dangerous."

"What?!"

I stood up and ran to the door, pushing my mother aside. With half my body shielded by the door frame, I stretched out my arm, inching the flame closer and closer.

"Here it goes," I said.

I touched the fire to the piping stream, clinching my eyes to shield them from the flash. But when the flame touched the gas, all it did was sputter and die. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a piece of grass, dripping with foul water. My mother was furious.

"Look what you've done; you've ruined my best cooking pot! Boiling goats' poop, I can't believe it. Wait until I tell your father..."

I wanted to explain that I'd done it for her sake, but I guess it wasn't the right time.”
― William Kamkwamba

“Perceptions? Yesugei didn't give a goat's toenail about perceptions, but society was society. ...

'Who gives a billy's balls what one or two wives have to say?'

'Quite, father.' This was strong language, to cite the nether parts, stronger than toenails.”
― Bryn Hammond, Against Walls