The world is your oyster. . . . . . too bad you're allergic to shellfish.
Music or the color of the sea are easier to describe than the taste of one of these Armoricaines.
My taste includes both snails and oysters.
Why are the bones of great fishes, and oysters and corals and various other shells and sea-snails, found on the high tops of mountains that border the sea, in the same way in which they are found in the depths of the sea?
For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them.
All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography.
Be as bold as the first man or [woman] to eat an oyster.
If you come out of British TV, they're kind of saying, "Here's the keys to the kingdom. You are now going to go off and become a moviemaker. If you do really well, then the world is your oyster.
You ought to try eating raw oysters in a restaurant with every eye focused upon you - it makes you feel as if the creatures were whales, your fork a derrick and your mouth Mammouth Cave.
Twere better to be born a stone Of ruder shape, and feeling none, Than with a tenderness like mine And sensibilities so fine! Ah, hapless wretch! condemn'd to dwell Forever in my native shell, Ordained to move when others please, Not for my own content or ease; But toss'd and buffeted about, Now in the water and now out.
A typical Christmas is me shucking oysters. I love them and I always get them in at Christmas.
The world is your oyster. Yes, but in that oyster is the pearl; and to get to the pearl one has to first discard the shell and the flesh.
If that a pearl may in a toad's head dwell, And may be found too in an oyster shell.
An oyster leads a dreadful but exciting life.
It took me years to eat a lot of shellfish. I was probably 20 years old before I had even seen a shrimp cocktail. I like oysters, but fried.
I am in a very unsettled condition, as the oyster said when they poured melted butter all over his back.
James Delaney as an individual is sort of like a grain of sand in an oyster who is irritating all of them. But for me he's a creature of the time, like the industrialists who started the Industrial Revolution who extricated themselves from their class and their background
I had no intention of becoming a comedian. I just wanted to make people happy. I tried everything-I shucked oysters, I painted houses, I sold vacuum cleaners. But there was always a voice saying, You should be doing something different. And it was usually my boss and I was being fired.
We all know about the habits of the ant, we know all about the habits of the bee, but we know nothing at all about the habits of the oyster. It seems almost certain that we have been choosing the wrong time for studying the oyster.
I wonder if we might pledge ourselves to remember what life is really all about—not to be afraid that we're less flashy than the next, not to worry that our influence is not that of a tornado, but rather that of a grain of sand in an oyster! Do we have that kind of patience?