When you're wearing an animal costume and something bad happens, your facial expression doesn't change. The animal is deadpan the whole time. If you're skiing in a gorilla suit and you fall, you just see a gorilla who has no emotion. It's just a stoic gorilla, wildly falling down a hill, out of control.
Regarded anatomically, the resemblances between the foot of Man and the foot of the Gorilla are far more striking and important than the differences. ...be the differences between the hand and foot of Man and those of the Gorilla what they may the differences between those of the Gorilla and those of the lower Apes are much greater.
It is in the stomach of plants that development begins, and ends in the circles of the universe. 'Tis a long scale from the gorilla to the gentleman,--from the gorilla to Plato, Newton, Shakespeare,--to the sanctities of religion, the refinements of legislation, the summit of science, art, and poetry. The beginnings are slow and infirm, but it is an always accelerated march.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I paid a worker at New York's zoo to re-open it just for me and Robin (his wife). When we got to the gorilla cage there was 1 big Silverback gorilla there just bullying all the other gorillas. They were so powerful but their eyes were like an innocent infant. I offered the attendant $10,000 to open the cage and let smash that silverback's snotbox! He declined.
Stupefaction overrode all other emotion when I saw this creature on the lookout, lying in wait for the game. For it was an ape, a large-sized gorilla. It was in vain that I told myself I was losing my reason: I could entertain not the slightest doubt as to his species. But an encounter with a gorilla on the planet Soror was not the essential outlandishness of the situation. This for me lay in the fact that the ape was correctly dressed, like a man of our world, and above all that he wore his clothes in such an easy manner.
When gorillas smell danger, they run around and call out to the rest of the primates in the jungle to warn them something evil is coming. And when one of their own dies, they mourn for days while beating themselves up in sadness for failing to save that gorilla, even if the cause of death was natural. And when one colony is mourning, their chilling echoes migrate to other colonies - and those neighbors, even if they are territorial rivals, will also grieve with them. When faced with a common danger, rivals turn into allies. And when faced with death, the loss of just one gorilla becomes the loss of the entire jungle.
This is where we come, " he said. Albie and I look at each other. 'We?' 'Me and, you know.' Albie's eyes got wide. 'I really don't think I want to know about this.' I surprised myself. 'I do, ' I said. I guess I was tired of having to withhold the truth from Toby. Other than Ben, he and Albie we're easily my best friends at Natick. Toby looked a little surprised, like he'd just assumed we wouldn't want to hear the details. 'You do?' 'Yeah.' He looked around to make sure we were alone. We definitely were. No one came back here to my knowledge. Also it was cold. Like twenty degrees. Only three idiots would be in the woods in the winter, it seemed to me. 'Robinson' he said. 'Gorilla Butt, ' I said, nodding. 'I know.' 'You know?' 'Yup.' Toby crossed his arms an then deflated into a fake pout. 'You're stealing my scene, bitch. Scene stealer.' 'Sorry, ' I said. 'So you and Gorilla Butt. Wow.' He flipped me off. 'He hates that, ' Toby said. 'But, yeah. It's hairy.' 'Oh, look, almost anything else in the universe, ' Albie said, heading back to campus and leaving us in the clearing. 'He's such a prude, ' Toby said rolling his eyes.
When you start to do research into gorillas or any kind of apes, if you're going to play them, that's one of the biggest misconceptions. And when I did Kong, you're not doing gorilla movements, you're not doing ape movements, you're looking for a personality. It's like saying okay I'm going to do human movements.
Did you hear the one about the woman who is attacked on the street by a gorilla, beaten senseless, raped repeatedly, and left to die? When she finally regains consciousness and tries to speak, her doctor leans over to hear her sigh contently and to feebly ask, 'Where is that marvelous ape?'
The newspapers do little better. Their coverage of nonhuman animals is dominated by "human interest" events like the birth of a baby gorilla at the zoo, or by threats to endangered species; but developments in farming techniques that deprive millions of animals of freedom of movement go unreported.
I hate superheroes. I always hated superheroes. From the time I was a little kid, I could believe in a 50-foot gorilla trashing New York City before I could believe a guy would put on long tights and bat ears and go and fight crime. Like, the fantasy never made sense to me, on a basic level.
Stephen R. Bissette
I like when they say a movie is inspired by a true story. That's kind of silly. "Hey, Mitch, did you hear that story about that lady who drove her car into the lake with her kids and they all drowned?" "Yeah, I did, and you know what - that inspires me to write a movie about a gorilla!"
When I got my very first phone call that I'd hit the 'New York Times' list, I had a small rush of 'I've made it!' But the next morning, it occurred to me I didn't know what it was, so I called my agent and asked what being a 'New York Times' bestselling author really meant. He informed me that I was now a thousand pound gorilla.
...Humans were the only creatures in the world that ate their food cooked. You'd never find a Gorilla frying up some bananas for dinner or a lion charcoal-broiling a zebra steak. Cats don't often run to the oven with a mouse or bird they've captured, and a dog wouldn't naturally prepare its rabbit dinner in a stew.
Quite recently the human descent theory has been stigmatized as the 'gorilla theory of human ancestry.' All this despite the fact that Darwin himself, in the days when not a single bit of evidence regarding the fossil ancestors of man was recognized, distinctly stated that none of the known anthropoid apes, much less any of the known monkeys, should be considered in any way as ancestral to the human stock.
Henry Fairfield Osborn
Great people will always be mocked by those who feel smaller than them. However, a lion does not flinch at laughter coming from a hyena. A gorilla does not budge from a banana thrown at it by a monkey. A nightingale does not stop singing its beautiful song at the intrusion of an annoying woodpecker. Whenever you should question your self-worth, remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it to affect its growth or beauty.
Great people will always be mocked by those who feel smaller than them. A lion does not flinch at laughter coming from a hyena. A gorilla does not budge from a banana thrown at it by a monkey. A nightingale does not stop singing its beautiful song at the intrusion of an annoying woodpecker. Whenever you should doubt your self-worth, remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it to affect its growth or beauty.
Intelligence is a valuable thing, but it is not usually the key to survival. Sheer fecundity ... usually counts. The intelligent gorilla doesn't do as well as the less intelligent but more-fecund rat, which doesn't do as well as the still-less-intelligent but still-more-fecund cockroach, which doesn't do as well as the minimally-intelligent but maximally-fecund bacterium.
Well, " she said, "how can I be sure there aren't invisible people in the world? Scientists didn't believe in the mountain gorilla for hundreds of years. And now look. So if scientists can be wrong, then all of us can be wrong. I mean, what if all those invisible people ARE scientists? Think about that one.
Since the white man says he came from the evolution of animals, well, maybe the black man didn't. The white man has made so many errors in the handling of people that maybe he did come from a gorilla or a fish and crawl up on the sand and then into the trees. Of course, evolution doesn't take God into consideration. I don't think people learned to do all the things they do through evolution.
So Socrates was a kind of gadfly. He was a sort of philosophical urban gorilla hanging around in the middle of Athens, asking these peculiar questions of everybody - important people, young men, slaves - questions that had to do with ultimately what's the life that's worth living. And Plato was one of the young men who hung around him, a very aristocratic young man, came from a very old, important family.
I watched the gorilla's eyes again, wise and knowing eyes, and wondered about this business of trying to teach apes language. Our language. Why? There are many members of our own species who live in and with the forest and know it and understand it. We don't listen to them. What is there to suggest we would listen to anything an ape could tell us? Or that it would be able to tell us of its life in a language that hasn't been born of that life? I thought, maybe it is not that they have yet to gain a language, it is that we have lost one.
"I don't know if I could deal with a two-armed kid, and now I have to have a kid with only one arm because he wanted to try and feed the gorilla cotton candy? I didn't even want this, but then we're sitting at a restaurant minding our own business when this little boy walks by wearing little checkered Vans, and he was walking and singing a song and dancing. He was dancing and all of a sudden I turned to Otter and DEMANDED he put a baby in me. But I'm a guy, and he's a guy and that's biologically impossible... "
At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilised races of man will almost certainly exterminate and replace throughout the world the savage races. At the same time the anthropomorphous apes, as Professor Schaaffhausen has remarked, will no doubt be exterminated. The break will then be rendered wider, for it will intervene between man in a more civilised state as we may hope, than the Caucasian and some ape as low as a baboon, instead of as at present between the negro or Australian and the gorilla.
BUCK SHOTS OUT THE SUN ROOF OF LEXUS COUPE'S LEAVE NO WITNESSES, WHAT YOU THINK THIS IS AIN'T NO AMATEURS HERE, I DAMAGE AND TEAR MC'S FEAR ME, THEY TOO NEAR NOT TO HEAR ME CLEARLY, I'M THE TRIPLE BEAM DREAM ONE THOUSAND GRAMS OF UNCUT TO THE GUT IT SEEMS FUCKED UP, THE WAY I TOUCHED UP THE GRILL TRYIN TO PLAY GORILLA, WHEN YOU AIN'T NO KILLER THE GAT'S BY YOUR LIVER, YOUR UPPER LIP QUIVER GET READY TO DIE, TELL GOD I SAID HI AND THROW DOWN SOME ICE, FOR THE NICEST MC NIGGAZ KNOW THE STEELO, UNBELIEVABLE
Traveling across the United States, it's easy to see why Americans are often thought of as stupid. At the San Diego Zoo, right near the primate habitats, there's a display featuring half a dozen life-size gorillas made out of bronze. Posted nearby is a sign reading CAUTION: GORILLA STATUES MAY BE HOT. Everywhere you turn, the obvious is being stated. CANNON MAY BE LOUD. MOVING SIDEWALK IS ABOUT TO END. To people who don't run around suing one another, such signs suggest a crippling lack of intelligence.
I DO IT FOR REAL, MY NAME SHOULD BE FOR REALER IN THIS CONCRETE JUNGLE I'M A GORILLA YOU SEE MAMI WITH THE BUBBLE, YEAH, I'M GON' HIT HER SHE FEEL MY STYLE, FEELIN' WILD, FEEL MY CHINCHILLA FRANK WHITE, NOT LUCAS I'VE GOT PLENTY WHITE, I DO THIS IN MY SLEEP DO IT WITHOUT A PEEP BUT WHAT YOU SAYIN', BABY? I'LL DO YOU IN MY JEEP TAKE A RIDE FROM ME PULL OVER AND TAKE A RIDE ON ME EYES IN MY REARVIEW WANNA RIDE ON ME LITERALLY MISERABLY, I LEFT MISSES TO GREED WHETHER THEY CRYING OVER BODIES OR I BODIED THEY WEED
Thomas Wollaston, in the Annals and Magazine of Natural History, complained that Darwin did no seem to know what a species actually was. The British Quarterly, deliberately sitting up trouble, speculated that a time might come when a monkey could propose marriage to a genteel British lady. Perhaps cruelest of all was a cartoon in Punch magazine, depicting a gorilla with a sign on its neck. Deliberately evoking the anti-slavery tract of Darwin's Wedgwood forbears, the sign read:"Am I a Man and a Brother?
I meditate, and when I do, Prince Harry appears in my subconscious and meditates with me. It's a little strange but I don't think there's anything I can do about it. Sometimes he's not the only one; the other day it was me, Prince Harry, the Dalai Lama, Mr. Rogers, Coco the gorilla, and George Clooney. We were all floating above the earth looking down at the continents as they passed. George Clooney suggested I visit Providence, Rhode Island. The Dalai Lama sighed deeply and said he'd like to visit Tibet. Poor Dalai Lama.
I FEEL LIKE TARAZAN MY FUCKING SPY FIELD OF A TREE I GOT A NEWER PLAN MIGHT FUCK THE STREETS, TAKE OVER THE BEAT AND THIS IS FUCK INSANE I BUILD A KINSEL AND A MAN BITCH AIN'T GOT NO CLASS YOU KNOW WE CALL HER TRUE ASSASS ALL THE FLESH BE LIKE P, LATT YOU KNOW MY JURY, I SEE WATER LIKE THE AC&T MY BITCH BAD BUT I'M THE BONGE, I'M LIKE TNT YOU WANNA RECLAMATE THE STARTER, MAC THE END SHE NEED A TROPHY CAUSE I MELLOW JUST LIKE MELA VANILLA I DRINK THAT ADIVICIAL SPIDER THEY GOT STARBURSTIN' SKILLERS I GOT A BIG MEAT ON, I'M A WALKING GORILLA EVERY TECH ON ALL THESE BITCHES, MANY NIGGA DONE KILLERS
Frazier soaked it all up like a sponge. When they arrived in Manila it was the same story. Ali poured scorn on his opponent. Humiliated him. Joe had the heart of a lion but verbally he was out of his depth when Ali got going. One time, as fight day approached, Ali spotted Frazier on a hotel balcony, grabbed a security guard's gun and fired some rounds at him. Everybody knew it wasn't live ammo but it still startled the hell out of Joe.] Go back in your hole, Gorilla, You gonna scare the people! Come out again and I'm gonna kill ya before time!"
Usually I spare myself from the news, because if it's not propaganda, then it's one threat or another exaggerated to the point of absurdity, or it's the tragedy of storm-quake-tsunami, of bigotry and oppression misnamed justice, of hatred passed off as righteousness and honor called dishonorable, all jammed in around advertisements in which a gecko sells insurance, a bear sells toilet tissue, a dog sells cars, a gorilla sells investment advisers, a tiger sells cereal, and an elephant sells a drug that will improve your lung capacity, as if no human being in America any longer believes any other human being, but trusts only the recommendations of animals.
Great people will always be mocked by those who feel smaller than them. Yet a lion does not flinch at laughter coming from a hyena. A gorilla does not budge from a banana thrown at it by a monkey. A nightingale does not stop singing its beautiful song at the intrusion of an annoying woodpecker. Whenever you should question your self-worth, always remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it to affect its growth or beauty. Do not allow any negativity or ugliness in your surroundings destroy your confidence or affect your growth. Always be confident and courageous with your truths and the directions set out by your heart. It is very normal for one ugly weed to not want to stand alone.
I'M A MONSTER WE BE TAKIN' SHIT WE GORILLA ASS NIGGAS DON'T WANT WAR WIT' US A LOT FANS DON'T NEED A GUARD AND I GOT A LOT A NIGGAS FUCK A ENTOURAGE HIGH AS FUCK I'M COOLIN' WITH THE STARS CHILLIN' WITH THEM BENNY'S BITCH I'M CLOSE TO MARS WE SACKED UP THEN HE GET ROBBED I'M A FLASHY ASS NIGGA I DON'T NEED A JOB COUPLE RACKS ON YA HEAD NIGGA KEEP THAT TUCKED AND YOU WOULD BE A DEAD NIGGA YOU WANT WAR KEEP YAH BACK YARD THEM NIGGAS STUPID JUST TRYIN' ON CAMOUFLAGE I'M ADDICTED TO THE KUSH NIGGA I'M A DRUG ADDICT PILL POPPIN' HOOD NIGGA TOO MUCH MONEY FOR A WAR WIT' US GBE BITCH IT'S ONLY US
REMEMBER THE LOTUS FLOWER Great people will always be mocked by those Who feel smaller than them. A lion does not flinch at laughter coming from a hyena. A gorilla does not budge from a banana thrown at it by a monkey. A nightingale does not stop singing its beautiful song At the intrusion of an annoying woodpecker. Whenever you should doubt your self-worth, remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, It does not allow the dirt that surrounds it To affect its growth or beauty. Be that lotus flower always. Do not allow any negativity or ugliness In your surroundings Destroy your confidence, Affect your growth, Or make you question your self-worth. It is very normal for one ugly weed to not want to stand alone. Remember this always. If you were ugly, Or just as small as they feel they are, Then they would not feel so bitter and envious Each and every time they are forced To glance up at magnificently Divine YOU.
MY REVOLUTION IS AS REAL AS BOBBY SEALE'S, I BUILD WITH DUDES AND CRIBS WORTH A QUARTER MILL, IN DIX HILLS FOR FISH SCALE, TO COP GUNS, THE TIME COME I'LL MASK UP AND GET MY COMRADE OFF THE BUS FUCK THE BEEF I'LL SNATCH YOUR SEED, FROM CHUCKIE CHEESE AND FEED HIM TO THE RATS IN THE BACK OF THE P'S BLACK FATIGUES AND ? ON THE SOFA 50 INCH FLAT SCREEN LOUIE VITTON HOLDSTERS MY MOTIONS DON'T APPEAL TO REPEL AT DIVISIONS I DID IT STRONG FOR 7 LONG YEARS IN PRISON, FUCK THE SYSTEM I'M LIKE A MODERN DAY HITLER, BLACK GORILLA, CRIP AND BLOOD IN ONE NIGGA ONLY KILLAS KNOW MY FACE I BEAT A CASE FOR SHOOTING AT THE POLICE, NIGGA, THE NAME LAKE THOUGH SIMULTANEOUSLY THE STREET REVOLUTION 21 GUN SALUTE THE NEW HUEY NEWTON
VISIONS OF GRANDEUR I'm walking through a sheet of glass instead of the door, Flying over a giant candlestick lighting up Central Park, Repeating two courses at Hard Knock's College, And swimming through the Red Sea with silky jelly fish. I'm hopping over an empty row house in Philadelphia, Getting a seventy dollar manicure on a gondola in Venice, Wearing a white pearl necklace stolen from Goodwill, And running my first New York City marathon. I'm discussing the meaning of life with my late cat Charlie. Dating John Doe- the thirty-third chef at the White House, Running non-stop on a broken leg through a bomb-blasted city, And keeping a multi-lingual monkey named Alfredo as my pet. I'm spying on two hundred and twenty-two homegrown terrorists from Iowa, Worshiped by a red-headed gorilla named Salamander, Sleeping with a giant teddy bear dressed in black leather, And wearing hot pink lipstick over a shade of midnight blue.