Echidna Quotes

He had murdered any illlusion of Alex Remington. The golden pendant had been replaced by a spiked dog collar, and he was wearing a black T-shirt that hugged his form and showed off the many designs on his arms: Fenris on the right wrist, and Echidna, the greek mother of monsters, high on his left arm. The norse world serpent was wrapped around his left wrist, and a new design had recently been added: Cerberus, the three-headed dog who guarded the gates of Hades. The world serpent was partially obscurred by a black leather knife sheath, which held a silver knife Aubrey had taken from a vampire hunter a few thousand years earlier. His hair was slightly touseled, as if he'd been running, and a few strands fell across his face. Looking at him now, Jessica couldn't imagine how she had ever mistaken him for a human. But illusion was Aubrey's art. And it was simple to fool people who expected nothing else. For the moment, Aubrey appeared to be exactly what he was: stunning, michievous, and completely deadly all at once

For I am the Mother of Monsters, the terrible Echidna!" "Isn't that a kind of anteater?

Puggle isn’t a word, Bridge.” Letting her down gently had no effect. She stomped a boot on the ground, making the contents of the mystery pink bag rattle in her hand. “It is,” she insisted. “Ask someone.” I looked from left to right, wondering who she was expecting me to stop. As busy as the park was, I couldn’t see a single person who looked knowledgeable in Australian wildlife. “What am I supposed to ask, Bridget?” I asked. “Excuse me ma’am, do you know what a puggle is?” She raised her free hand, bouncing on the spot. “I know! I know!” she squealed. “It’s a baby ’chidna.” I made a mental note to hold off on the sarcasm for a year or two. I decided to dazzle her with science instead. I took my phone from my pocket and Googled it – then had to eat my words because a baby echidna is indeed called a puggle. “How can you possibly know the things you do?” She grinned, reminding me too much of her mom. “I’m a smart girl, Ry.

O você de ontem é mais ignorante que o você de hoje. O você de hoje possui menos conhecimento que o você de amanha. Por mais insignificante que seja você possui mais sabedoria no presente do que no passado, e possuirá ainda mais no futuro.

Love was the greatest of enchantments; if Echidna and her children succeeded in killing Kypris, Thelxiepeia would no doubt, would doubtless … Become the goddess of love in a century or less, said the Outsider, standing not behind Silk as he had in the ball court, but before him—standing on the still water of the pool, tall and wise and kind, with a face that nearly came into focus. I would claim her in that case, long before the end. As I have so many others. As I am claiming Kypris even now because love always proceeds from me, real love, true love. First romance. The Outsider was the dancing man on a toy, and the water the polished toy-top on which he danced with Kypris, who was Hyacinth and Mother, too. First romance, sang the Outsider with the music box. First romance. It was why he was called the Outsider. He was outside—

We got back on the road, heading west. I remember my thoughts as we ventured into the Simpson Desert. There’s nothing out here. The landscape was flat and lifeless. Except for the occasional jump-up--a small mesa that rose twenty or thirty feet above the desert floor-it just looked like dirt, sticks, and dead trees. The Simpson Desert is one of the hottest places on earth. But Steve brought the desert to life, pointing out lizards, echidnas, and all kinds of wildlife. He made it into a fantastic journey. In the middle of this vast landscape were the two of us, the only people for miles. Steve had become adept at eluding the film crew from time to time so we could be alone. There was a local cattle station about an hour-and-a-half drive from where we were filming, a small homestead in the middle of nowhere. The owners invited the whole crew over for a home-cooked meal. Steve and I stayed in the bush, and Bob and Lyn headed to one of their favorite camping spots. After having dinner, the crew couldn’t locate us. They searched in the desert for a while before deciding to sleep in the car. What was an uncomfortable night for them turned out to be a brilliant night for us! Steve made it romantic without being traditional. His idea of a beautiful evening was building a roaring campfire, watching a spectacular sunset, and cooking a curry dinner for me in a camp oven. Then we headed out spotlighting, looking for wildlife for hours on end. It was fantastic, like the ultimate Easter egg hunt. I never knew what we’d find. When Steve did discover something that night--the tracks of a huge goanna, or a tiny gecko hiding under a bush--he reveled in his discovery. His excitement was contagious, and I couldn’t help but become excited too. The best times in my life were out in the bush with Steve.

But soon he stopped short: a giant, three-headed dog was blocking his path, growling and gnashing its huge white teeth, long and sharp as a warrior’s dagger. This was Cerberus, the guardian of the gates of Hades, offspring of the Titans Echidna and Typhon. But Orpheus did not fear the great dog: again, he took up his lyre and he sang, this time a soothing lullaby, and soon the great beast’s eyes began to close, and it swayed, and then fell to the floor, fast asleep.

No deja de maravillarme la capacidad que tienen las Parcas para elegir las hebras más retorcidas a la hora de tejer nuestro destino.

Angry that Zeus had put her firstborns, the Titans, in Tartarus, Gaea unleashed two terrible creatures onto the world—Typhon, father of all monsters, and his mate Echidna. Typhon was so mighty and so big, that his heads touched the sky, and his eyes leaked venom, and magma dripped from all his mouths. So mighty he was that when the new gods saw him, they all turned and fled in terror.

The fact that we are now crusaders needn't blind us to the fact that for a very long time we have been, as Badger would say, echidnas. I can think of a hundred ways already in which the war has "brought us to our senses." But it oughtn't to need a war to make a nation paint its kerbstones white, carry rear-lamps on its bicycles, and give all its slum children a holiday in the country. And it oughtn't to need a war to make us talk to each other in buses, and invent our own amusements in the evenings, and live simply, and eat sparingly, and recover the use of our legs, and get up early enough to see the sun rise. However, it has needed one: which is about the severest criticism our civilization could have.

We got back on the road, heading west. I remember my thoughts as we ventured into the Simpson Desert. There’s nothing out here. The landscape was flat and lifeless. Except for the occasional jump-up--a small mesa that rose twenty or thirty feet above the desert floor-it just looked like dirt, sticks, and dead trees. The Simpson Desert is one of the hottest places on earth. But Steve brought the desert to life, pointing out lizards, echidnas, and all kinds of wildlife. He made it into a fantastic journey.

You know the mother of monsters?" "Echidna," Samantha said in a low voice. "I met her child. Chimera." Oh ho… Crwys glanced at Levi who looked very impressed. This was unexpected. "You met Chimera? Here in this world?" "I had to fight against him. Ran into his little fan club in Macon, Georgia.

The Kingdom in Disgrace The sovereign and his servants fled, With their gold and shamelessness, The people remained, Drinking, loving and sleeping, There are no more brave judges, Neither here nor in Berlin, Only bailiffs with good salaries remain, Afraid to use the sword, And to be ill spoken of, O Gods of Olympus, Hades, Ares and the Erinyes, Awaken everyone, To the sweet nightmare! Typhon and Echidna, arise! Loki, call your children, Fenrir, show your teeth, Jörmungandr, With your rise, Make the world tremble, Hela, Prepare the burial chambers, So that the Twilight of the Gods, Unlocks itself!

Arising somewhere between 100 million and 150 million years ago, monotremes demonstrate the beginnings of the departure from a reptilian way of life. Although it was far from obvious to early taxonomists, the feature that distinguishes mammals from reptiles is the appearance of a new brain within their skulls—the limbic brain. The echidna possesses not only nature’s most primitive uterus, but also her most primitive limbic apparatus. Of all mammals, echidnas alone lack one limbic process: they do not dream during sleep.

The monotreme echidna, despite having a cloaca and thus having to evert it to push the penile tissue out, still somehow managed to evolve a four-headed penis. Two of the four heads hang back during an erection so that the next time the wayward bachelor happens on a willing mate, the penis can switch hitters and erect these other two, like a game of sexual whack-a-mole.

Kaplan: Echidna, we said Monday we’d start. Today is Wednesday and I’m stuck at a lunch that has me considering drowning myself in the bathroom sink. Now is really not the time. And what the hell do you mean you redecorated my office? Me: If you’re at lunch then why did you take the time to text me back? And your mother gave me carte blanche to make your office more you and less her. I’ve had it done in the style of Typhon’s lair. I assumed you’d be most comfortable dwelling in the pit of a monster.

Como te dije una vez, es extraña la manera en que algunas personas entran a formar parte de nuestras vidas; unas vidas que hasta entonces les eran ajenas y de las que inesperadamente se convierten en protagonistas.

there is a temptation to think that policy and capability only work in one direction: first, we set the policy, then we develop the capability to match the policy. But it is a perverse aspect of defence policy that, once a capability exists, it will to some degree determine policy.

It is a vital necessity for Australia to remain on friendly terms with Jakarta as Indonesia fulfills its potential as a great power. Failure to do so would be strategically disastrous. An Indonesia that is both wealthy and hostile to Australia would represent the biggest challenge to our security since World War II, much more serious than the threat China presently poses. If Indonesia was our enemy, we would join Israel, South Korea and the central European states bordering Russia as some of the least secure in the world, with the highest risk of conflict.

For an Asian concert to be even remotely acceptable to its great-power members, we must rule out the idea of it being built on liberal principles.

America has all the ingredients for sustained economic and military strength over many generations. But a fight for leadership in Asia will require not only massive resources but also a measure of national will that is difficult to summon unless the stakes are existential. And the problem for those who want to see America take on this contest against China is that the United States is one of the most secure nations on earth, and therefore has no powerful motivation to do so.

If it is costly to resist a change in the balance of power, and if the consequences of such a change are bearable, then it is likely such a change will happen. Such is the basic logic of my argument that America will decline as a great power in the Asia Pacific. When it comes to taking on China, the costs are too high and the stakes too low.

Magic is rare and wild. Technology is a lot more reliable.

Because it was part of old Gondwana and because it is insular and was isolated for tens of millions of years, New Zealand has a quirky evolutionary history. There seems to have been no mammalian stock from which to evolve on the Gondwanan fragment, and so, until the arrival of humans, there were no terrestrial mammals, nor were there any of the curious marsupials of nearby Australia—no wombats or koalas or kangaroos, no rodents or ruminants, no wild cats or dogs. The only mammals that could reach New Zealand were those that could swim (like seals) or fly (like bats), and even then there are questions about how the bats got there. Two of New Zealand’s three bat species are apparently descended from a South American bat, which, it is imagined, must have been blown across the Pacific in a giant prehistoric storm. Among New Zealand’s indigenous plants and animals are a number of curious relics, including a truly enormous conifer and a lizard-like creature that is the world’s only surviving representative of an order so ancient it predates many dinosaurs. But the really odd thing about New Zealand is what happened to the birds. In the absence of predators and competitors, birds evolved to fill all the major ecological niches, becoming the “ecological equivalent of giraffes, kangaroos, sheep, striped possums, long-beaked echidnas and tigers.” Many of these birds were flightless, and some were huge. The largest species of moa—a now extinct flightless giant related to the ostrich, the emu, and the rhea—stood nearly twelve feet tall and weighed more than five hundred pounds. The moa was an herbivore, but there were also predators among these prehistoric birds, including a giant eagle with claws like a panther’s. There were grass-eating parrots and flightless ducks and birds that grazed like sheep in alpine meadows, as well as a little wren-like bird that scampered about the underbrush like a mouse. None of these creatures were seen by the first Europeans to reach New Zealand, for two very simple reasons. The first is that many of them were already extinct. Although known to have survived long enough to coexist with humans, all twelve species of moa, the Haast’s eagle, two species of adzebills, and many others had vanished by the mid-seventeenth century, when Europeans arrived. The second is that, even if there had still been moas lumbering about the woods, the European discoverers of New Zealand would have missed them because they never actually set foot on shore.

The echidna with the best sperm teamwork is probably going to pass on its genetics. Did I mention these guys also lay eggs? They are one of only two mammals that have this special power. The other animal being the platypus

When the three sisters of Disaster (ignorance, vanity, and arrogance) enter through the door, singing and holding hands, chanting the song of hypnosis that lulls men to sleep and awakens the children of Echidna, Fortune, that most necessary figure, swiftly flies out the window. Not even the gods can resist it. When the Moirai foretell such things, the sky loses its stars, hearts burn in panic, and Thanatos begins to sharpen his scythe, for the moment of harvest has arrived. As the sisters’ song begins to play, the sun of reason slowly sets, and the dark night of primal, savage agony rises.

Honey,” he told Echidna, “I’m going upstairs to destroy the gods and take over the universe. I’ll try to be back by dinner.” “This is your mother’s idea, isn’t it?” Echidna complained. “She’s always telling you what to do! You should stay at home. The Hydra needs his father. The Sphinx needs her dad!

I’m an echidna, an ancient race of invisible snakes.