A peacock escaped from the Central Park Zoo and wandered around the city. Either that or I just saw a pigeon on his way to a gay pride parade.
You're different. And I'm different too. Different is good. But different is hard. Believe me, I know.
To Paradise, the Arabs say, Satan could never find the way Until the peacock led him in.
My fancy dress costume of choice is... something 1920s or 30s, when there was still so much elegance and attention to detail. An excuse for ultimate dressing-up indulgence.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
Only you could love such a vile, selfish peacock, Evie.
Turkeys are peacocks that have really let themselves go.
A peacock that rests on his feathers is just another turkey.
Le geai pare des plumes du paon. A bluejay in peacock feathers.
Skaters are very much like peacocks.
I remember going with my parents to weddings where the women would arrive covered in black veils, but underneath, they'd be wearing the most exquisite brightly colored Dolce & Gabbana suits. They were like peacocks showing off their tails.
And that's how the Peacock saved the Chameleon
