#buffalo

I wanted to pay tribute to my musical influences: Buffalo Springfield, Lightfoot, the Beatles, the Hollies. ↗

— Dan Fogelberg

#buffalo #hollies #i #influences #musical

Why if I had half a chance, I could make an entire movie using this stock footage. The story opens on these mysterious explosions. Nobody knows what's causing them, but it's upsetting all the buffalo. So, the military are called in to solve the mystery. ↗

— Ed Wood

#called #causing #chance #could #entire

My family moved to Buffalo, New York in 1940 where I was raised. ↗

— Jack Herer

#family #i #i was raised #moved #new

The buffalo isn't as dangerous as everyone makes him out to be. Statistics prove that in the United States more Americans are killed in automobile accidents than are killed by buffalo. ↗

— Art Buchwald

#automobile #buffalo #dangerous #everyone #him

Of course Toronto might as well be Buffalo, because we get each other's TV. ↗

— Kevin McDonald

#buffalo #course #each #get #might

My experience with Buffalo Springfield was that they did not rehearse. ↗

— Jim Messina

#did #experience #rehearse #springfield

Few Indians only had breech cloths, most being wrapped in buffalo robes, otherwise quite naked. ↗

— Zebulon Pike

#buffalo #few #had #indians #most

I learned about the market's power when I was traded to the Buffalo Bills for $100. ↗

— Jack Kemp

#bills #buffalo #i #learned #market

So many people are working in vaudeville today that I looked for three weeks to book enough acts for an hour bill and didn't have them until the night before we opened in Buffalo and money was no object! ↗

— Edgar Bergen

#before #bill #book #buffalo #enough

It came to him that he had turned away from the buffalo not because of a womanish nausea at blood and stench and spilling gut; it came to him that he had sickened and turned away because of his shock at seeing the buffalo, a few moments before proud and noble and full of the dignity of life, now stark and helpless, a length of inert meat, divested of itself, or his notion of its self, swinging grotesquely, mockingly, before him. It was not itself; or it was not that self that he had imagined it to be. That self was murdered; and in that murder he had felt the destruction of something within him, and he had not been able to face it. So he had turned away. ↗

— John Edward Williams

#buffalo #death #hunting #westerns #death