A Quote by Salman Rushdie

We were language's magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny. — © Salman Rushdie
We were language's magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny.
Writers are magpies by nature, always collecting shiny things, storing them away and looking for connections of things.
All writers are magpies, right? We're always stealing bits from different places and then weaving them into our little nest.
A couple of Astros players told me I was tipping pitches, but now it comes out they were stealing signs. Was I tipping, or were they stealing?
There was a whole group that really welcomed me: George Mitchell was one, Ted Kennedy, Chris Dodd, the reformers were really delighted to see me. So if you were one of those squeaky clean, shiny bright, let's reform the world, you were very glad to see Barb Mikulski, and George Mitchell was in that category.
I'm a 'bright, shiny objects' guy. I'm always looking for what's next.
Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.
But I have a gut feeling on this and it’s not the oh-look-it’s-a-bright-shiny-world kind. (Tate)
When you start learning how to give when you're young, when you get older it is second nature. Just like stealing. Start young and you keep on stealing forever. Ask my politicians.
I think that wealthy white people would like to have a country that resembles the Fifties, when all the minorities were tucked away in ghettos and paid in very low wages but on the surface it was very bright and shiny and free and the rest of the world would look on it longingly.
I used to have a bright pink, shiny bubble jacket when I was young. My mum made me wear it.
I realised that the 'future' is different to how I imagined it. When I was a kid I thought it would be a bright, shiny Tomorrow's World. It isn't.
Simon remembered a rhyme his mother used to recite to him, about magpies. You were supposed to count them and say: one for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. "Right," simon said. He had already lost count of the numbers of birds there were. Seven, he guessed. A secret that's never been told. Whatever that was.
Little children love bright, shiny things - and in my experience, most grown-up women aren't very different!
And the whole thing is that you're treated like a step-child. Here it was down here, everything in the black, because they were stealing, basically. Stealing from us old country boys down here.
When I started in this business, everybody said the Democrats were the better communicators because they sounded like social workers, and Republicans were awful because they sounded like morticians. In some cases. they actually dressed like morticians.
Live like a mud-fish: its skin is bright and shiny even though it lives in mud.
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