Cat In A Box Quotes

#1. Now here's my idea about God. I think we're like the cat. I think that God is like the man outside the box. I think that if the cat believes in the man, the man is there. And if the cat is an atheist, there is no man." "Maybe there's a lady," Nico suggested helpfully. Frans

Mary Doria Russell

#2. In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the
cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat
could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.

Terry Pratchett

#3. Everyone's heard of Erwin Schrodinger's famous thought experiment. You put a cat in a box with a bottle of poison, which many people would suggest is about as far as you need to go.

Terry Pratchett

#4. Keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe ... but failing to open the box doesn't kill the cat.

John Green

#5. But there was something on the floor that hadn't been there before - a tiny image, carefully cut out of a magazine: a little box of cat food. Weird.

Katie Alender

#6. I tried to stop her but it's like getting a feral cat into a shoe box.

Scarlett Cole

#7. Today there are bars of light on the rug, but Muse Cat prefers his tomato box where he can dream in private ...

John Geddes

#8. I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually.

John Green

#9. I had always been told that you shouldn't clean the litter box when you're pregnant, because of your cat. And I think that is overblown - unless you have, like, three kittens in your house that are living outside and eating raw meat, this shouldn't really be a significant source of concern.

Emily Oster

#10. You smell like a litter box.

Jennifer Hotes

#11. WHAT FOR IS THIS BOX PADDED? IS IT TO BE SAT ON? CAN IT BE THAT IT IS CAT-FLAVOURED?

Terry Pratchett

#12. I have two kids in diapers and a cat whose litter box I clean out. I deal with an awful lot of crap.

George W. Buck

#13. The sun rolls along up Fourteenth Street and the ghost of a habit turns Cat's face into the light. She shields her eyes and looks east, half expecting to see her father, a sun-blown shadow in the diorama box of his newsstand.

Cari Luna