Otters Quotes

Yet otters have not been hunters in water long enough for the habit to become an instinct.

We [Americans] are game-playing, fun-loving creatures; we are the otters of the universe.

Nature does not compromise; a pelican is not a compromise between a crow and otter, it is just a pelican. Nature makes no compromises; any inefficient products are recalled to the manufacturer!

The more 'otter it is, the more 'otter otters likes it

Somebody said that writers are like otters... Otters, if they do a trick and you give them a fish, the next time they'll do a better trick or a different trick because they'd already done that one. And writers tend to be otters. Most of us get pretty bored doing the same trick. We've done it, so let's do something different.

It'll be all right, my fine fellow," said the Otter. "I'm coming along with you, and I know every path blindfold; and if there's a head that needs to be punched, you can confidently rely upon me to punch it.

Information appears to stew out of me naturally, like the precious otter of roses out of the otter.

Step aside? I step aside for nobeast, whether it be a hallowed hedgehog, an officious otter, a seasoned squirrel, a mutterin' mole or a befuddled badger!

I don't want to be buried in the ground, rotting, with all those worms. What I would love is to have my body dropped where you have those big icebergs and the water is so cold and pure, to be eaten by a polar bear or a seal or an otter.

Jung Min made my nickname. An animal called otter. At first I didn't know what exactly an otter was. So I didn't like it and said I didn't look like an otter. But one day, one of our fans upload its picture. It looked so cute. Since then, I've liked it.

I like an otter. I like a sea lion. I like a walrus. That's my favorite version of a sea creature.

When reviewers take the trouble to compliment a writer on her style, it is usually because she has made it easy for them to slide from one sentence to another like an otter down a slope.

All of us involved say 'The Dick Van Dyke Show' was the best five years of our lives. We were like otters at play.

Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who - well - something of that sort.

Why are you crying?" shivered the otter. "Because I am cold!" shouted the gnome. "Then why are you shouting?" chattered the otter. "Because," yelled the gnome, "when I shout it gets part of the cold from the inside out.