The pleasure of jogging and running is rather like that of wearing a fur coat in Texas in August: the true joy comes in being able to take the damn thing off.
I always thought I was going to end up an old spinster, with my cats and fur coats.
I don't buy fur coats or jewelry. I have old cars.
Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages.
I don't know what I feel about wearing my furs anymore. I worked so hard to have a fur coat, and I don't want to wear it anymore because I'm so wrapped up in the animals. I have real deep thoughts about it because I care about the world and nature.
And Mary J. Blige, she's got all these fur coats and hats and stuff. She's good; I like her.
A man does not buy his wife a fur coat to keep her warm, but to keep her pleasant.
And the Russians certainly don't have it. If a woman shows up in a fur coat, I just assume she's a crook. And that's me, the nice American. The assumption that you can't make money honestly is a killer.
Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages.
I will venture to affirm, that the three seasons wherein our corn has miscarried did no more contribute to our present misery, than one spoonful of water thrown upon a rat already drowned would contribute to his death; and that the present plentiful harvest, although it should be followed by a dozen ensuing, would no more restore us, than it would the rat aforesaid to put him near the fire, which might indeed warm his fur-coat, but never bring him back to life.
Dogs are not people dressed up in fur coats, and to deny them their nature is to do them great harm.
I feel very sorry for women who continue to purchase real fur coats. They are lacking in a woman's most important requisites, heart and sensitivity.
While cats can be infuriating, little old women in fur coats, they make me laugh. Of course, dogs, horses and my highly social chickens are dear to me, too.
I believe that mink are raised for being turned into fur coats. And if we didn't wear fur coats, those little animals would never have been born!
Once upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.
It was a pretty posh place. They were so used to fur coats that two bears strolled in and ordered lunch and nobody even noticed.
Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.
The mole rat is the only rodent born without a fur coat. With a good lawyer, someone would pay for that little oversight.
So...I'm larking through the Baby Gap, looking at tiny capri pants and sweaters that cost more than ... I don't know,more than they should. And I get totally sucked in by this ridiculous, tiny fur coat. The kind of coat a baby might need to go to the ballet. In Moscow. In 1918. To match her tiny pearls.
I don't like to see all my energies, all of my youth, wasted in fur coats and radios and slipcovers.
or simply: