Top 25 Squirrels Quotes

Indians walk softly and hurt the landscape hardly more than the birds and squirrels, and their brush and bark huts last hardly longer than those of wood rats, while their more enduring monuments, excepting those wrought on the forests by the fires they made to improve their hunting grounds, vanish in a few centuries.

We may never find a way to live in suburbia with deer as we do with raccoons, say, or squirrels. So for this reason, it’s very important that we make sure always to save enough wild or open land so that they can live in their normal manner.

If you like affection, then about one in three squirrels makes an excellent companion.

I fell asleep once while washing dishes. I hallucinated prolifically – like, squirrels knitting whole sweaters! It was like my dreams inserted themselves in my waking life.

I don’t mind what people say about me as long as it’s an opinion or the truth. If someone says, ‘He’s the worst comedian in the world,’ that’s fine. If someone says, ‘His face makes me want to punch the TV,’ that’s fine. But if they say, ‘Oh, and I know for a fact he hunts squirrels,’ I go: no, no, no… that’s a lie.

How comedic are squirrels? We don’t have squirrels in Australia. The first time I saw a squirrel was at a meeting at Disney.

I just need green. I need to wake up and see grass and squirrels. I don’t want to see skyscrapers.

There is something very human in this apparent mirth and mockery of the squirrels. It seems to be a sort of ironical laughter, and implies self-conscious pride and exultation in the laughter.

I’m not really out in the world all that much. I mean, I live with no phone signal, in the hills surrounded by trees, and I have, like, a mom and two baby deer that come by all the time, and my dogs and the squirrels are in a full-on feud every morning.

I love the rabbits and the squirrels and the birds.

I love the outdoors and looking at snakes, squirrels, bugs – just going through the woods and being part of it. You can smell the different trees. And I listen. There’s so much you can learn by listening, by sitting and watching things happen.

I don’t think we should see the world of books as fundamentally separate from the world of the Internet. Yes, the Internet contains a lot of videos of squirrels riding skateboards, but it can also be a place that facilitates big conversations about books.

The thought of eating rabbit and squirrels doesn’t appeal to me. And that was on our table quite often as a kid. In your uppity restaurants, they serve a lot of rabbit. But I just can’t help but think of Peter. And deer, I can’t go there, because of Bambi.

I go to Union Square Park, mostly to take care of squirrels.

I don’t have my own garden; we’re on shale and in the woods. And if I did have a garden, the deer and chipmunks and squirrels and bears would eat everything anyway.

All us Youngs could throw. I used to kill squirrels with a stone when I was a kid, and my granddad once killed a turkey buzzard on the fly with a rock.

The idea is that there is a kind of memory in nature. Each kind of thing has a collective memory. So, take a squirrel living in New York now. That squirrel is being influenced by all past squirrels.

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

In my garden, which is a big garden, I have one part that is my bird garden, and every morning, 365 days a year, they get buckets of food – for the birds, for the squirrels, the chipmunks and the turtles in the summer.

It’s a cliche, but true, that writing is intensely solitary and at times really lonely. I sit in one room and talk to squirrels and blue jays all day.

I have always brought home stray animals – everything from squirrels to wild rabbits to foxes and turtles.

When one’s dead, one’s dead… This squirrel will become earth all in his time. And still later on, there’ll grow new trees from him, with new squirrels skipping about in them. Do you think that’s so very sad?

People and squirrels are very different. Most people will not argue that. But I find that there is one situation in which they’re very similar. And that is: when I am driving towards them in my car. Then they’re kind of hard to tell apart – especially if the human is kind of hairy.

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

I’m happy to feed the squirrels – tree rats with the agility of point guards – but in fair weather, they frighten my finches. They leap from snowbank to porch to feeder and stuff their cheek pouches with chickadee feed.