A Quote by Philip Pullman

Read like a butterfly, write like a bee. — © Philip Pullman
Read like a butterfly, write like a bee.
You can't hit what you can't see; I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee!
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see.
Now I’m floating like a butterfly Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes I went from zero, to my own hero
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
I would say things like 'I am the greatest! I'm pretty! If you talk jive, you'll drop in five! I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee! I'm pretty!' When white people heard me talking like this, some said, 'That black man talks too much. He's bragging.'
I used to watch old clips of Muhammad Ali, where he'd be talking the jive during interviews, you know, 'Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, rumble, man, rumble.'
I remember seeing an interview from the Bee Gees and they were like, 'The biggest competition to the Bee Gees is the Bee Gees.' They just kept trying to top themselves and write better songs, and I'm just always trying to do that.
We gon' float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. AH! Rumble, young man rumble! AH!
I like vocal word stuff. But I don't always write with an instrument, I usually write a capella. It's more like drawing in the air with your fingers. It's closest to the choreography of a bee. You're freer.
The most important thing is you can't write what you wouldn't read for pleasure. It's a mistake to analyze the market thinking you can write whatever is hot. You can't say you're going to write romance when you don't even like it. You need to write what you would read if you expect anybody else to read it.
Art is like a butterfly fluttering in a meadow. Analysis of art is like a butterfly on a pin. Each has its value, but we must always be aware of the difference, and what is gained or lost.
I like to read books and be alone; I'm not social butterfly person.
I like to read books and be alone; I'm not social butterfly person. I'm sorry.
It was the bumble bee and the butterfly who survived, not the dinosaur.
In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing.
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