Poisons Quotes

“Poisons are more my thing”
― Kate Morton, The House at Riverton

“The question isn't why organic food is so darned expensive, it's really about why chemically sprayed, poisoned food is so cheap.”
― Mango Wodzak, The Eden Fruitarian Guidebook

“...[T]here is no "safe" dose of a carcinogen.”
― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

“Life is full of traps: Poisons can be sweet; darkness can shine!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The ultimate answer is to use less toxic chemicals so that the public hazard from their misuse is greatly reduced.”
― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

“They banned the cures, and mandated the poisons.”
― Jack Freestone

“Not all the snakes are poisonous and not all the poisons are deadly! Keep this in mind when bitten.”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“When alone, concentrate on the fruits of the solitude, not on the poisons of it!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“For decades, chalk and alum have been added to bread, and burnt corn and peas ground up to make coffee. Vinegar is rendered sharper by the addition of sulphuric acid, arrowroot is added to milk to thicken it, mustard is eked out with flour, strychnine is added to beer for bitterness and green vitriol to encourage a foaming head. And these are but the harmless manipulations.”
― M.J. Carter, The Devil's Feast

“Fluoride seems to fit in with lead, mercury and other poisons that cause chemical brain drain. The effect of each toxicant may seem small, but the combined damage on a population scale may be serious, especially because the brain power of the next generation is crucial to all of us.”
― Philippe Grandjean

“A beautiful sidenote is, once the toxins and dramas are removed, you purify your life. Simplify and purify. What better way to live your life? Simple and pure!”
― Tony Curl, Seriously Simple Stuff to Get You Unstuck

“Good heavens!” I said. “Strychnine and vitriol in beer?”

“And in gin too. Enough to impart hallucinations and a nasty disruption of the bowels. And I have seen far worse: indianberry – very toxic – added to beer to make it more intoxicating. Custard flavoured with laurel – a mortal poison; pepper made from floor sweepings, comfits from china clay. Double Gloucester cheese coloured with red lead. Lead, copper, mercury, arsenic – deadly, all – they are everywhere. I myself can attest that lead salts taste quite delicious.”
― M.J. Carter, The Devil's Feast

“The anti-aging elixir is a poison.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“A drop of the bloodred liquid of the blusher mushroom , which causes potentially lethal paralysis. A petal of deathsweet, which can cause a sleep that lasts a hundred years. A sliver of wraithberry, which makes the blood race and induces a kind of wildness before stopping the heart. And a seed of everapple- faerie fruit- which muddles the minds of mortals.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Some food for thought might be a poison.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“There were herbs in the Waters of Massasauga Swamp that could be rendered into medicine for just about every affliction: yarrow and plantain for bleeding wounds, elderberries and boneset for flu, willow bark for fever, and foxglove and dandelion for too much pressure in the body. Mullein for eliminating mucous, slippery elm for sore throats, honey for ulcers, and turkey tail for the old cancers, if you caught them early. And if you asked Herself to make a potion or tonic to fix you, she would study the veins in your hand and the whites of your eyes while considering what kinds of poison to add in minuscule amounts. Bloodroot? Snakeroot? Rattlesnake venom, if she had it?”
― Bonnie Jo Campbell, The Waters

“Likewise, when she sometimes found arrows stuck in the roots of trees, she quietly unscrewed the shafts and used them to stake plants in the poison garden, where Herself grew hemlock, tall thimbleweed, white snakeroot, swamp milkweed, poison sumac, and bloodroot. Poison ivy with its white berries was ubiquitous on the island and didn't need any special place.
This morning the island was alive with flowery and moldy fragrances, alive with the urgent trills and chirps of birdsong, while more quietly, down low, sounds of scurrying and munching. The island was bursting with spring things to count and measure and eat--- ramps and wild onion sprouts, three-leaved trillium and speckled trout lily, dandelions, horse tails, tender new nettles for tea, pokeweed shoots to boil, fiddlehead ferns to fry.”
― Bonnie Jo Campbell, The Waters