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“Usimwabudu mungu mwingine isipokuwa Mungu. Usimwabudu mtu, mnyama, sanamu, samaki, au usiziabudu fikira zako kichwani. Usiitumikie kazi, mali, mila, anasa, siasa, wala usiyatumikie mamlaka au usiutumikie umaarufu au ufahari, kuliko Mungu. Ukiithamini kazi, mali, mila, anasa, siasa au ukiyathamini mamlaka, au ukiuthamini umaarufu au ufahari zaidi kuliko Mungu, au ukiyapa majukumu yako muda mwingi zaidi kuliko Mungu umeabudu miungu; wakati ulipaswa kumwabudu Mungu peke yake. Usiwe na vipaumbele vingine vyovyote vile katika maisha yako zaidi ya Mungu, kwani Mungu ni Mungu mwenye wivu.”

“There were no oceans on Oasis, no large bodies of water, and presumably no fish. He wondered whether this would cause comprehension problems when it came to certain crucial fish-related Bible stories. There were so many of those: Jonah and the whale, the miracle of the loaves and the fishes, the Galilean disciples being fishermen, the whole ‘fishers of men’ analogy . . . the bit in Matthew 13 about the kingdom of heaven being like a net cast into the sea, gathering fish of every kind . . . Even in the opening chapter of Genesis, the first animals God made were sea creatures. How much of the Bible would he have to give up as untranslatable?”

“Some have given up the expectation of meeting genuine, ‘heartfelt’ people and prefer to retire to a mute world, where fish, at least, give a feeling of recognition. In the wake of the unbearable sterile daily noise, their life has turned into a fluid universe of silence, dream, and stillness and their compass has come to be a space beyond fear, deception, and betrayal. Fish never disappoint. (Fish for silence)”

“Expectations are at war, if good feeling and discomfort clash. When we are expecting zest and joy, our good karma may be ousted by distress and frustration, if negative downbeat waves are emitted. Just with a feel of realism, without prejudice, should we step into the future. What will be, will be. Only the fortune of war will tell, since life may be war or peace. ("Fish for silence.")”

“O Heavenly Children, God's messengers are as limitless as the fish in the sea. They come in all colors, regions, languages and creeds. But their message is one and the same, don't you see? He only wishes to unite all His children under one family tree.”

“Sometimes I fish, and sometimes my vending machine is broken so I can’t. Thanks for all your Butterfly Smiles. I have them FOR SALE as Powdered Rose Substitute, for people who don't like the taste of their morning protein shakes.”

“Kwa vile hatasamehewa, Shetani hatawasamehe wanadamu. Atahakikisha anauwa kila mtu duniani na kumpeleka kuzimu; ambako anaishi yeye, majini, malaika waovu, wana wa Mungu waliotumwa na Mungu kuja duniani kufundisha watu utukufu lakini wakaasi na Mungu akawalaani (au Wanefili) pamoja na nguva. Nguva ni uzao wa Wanefili na samaki wa baharini na malaika wauvu na wanapatikana zaidi katika Bahari ya Atlantiki, ambako mkuu wake ni Malkia wa Pwani, na katika Bahari ya Hindi ambako mkuu wake ni Malkia wa Bahari ya Hindi. Chini ya Bahari ya Hindi ndipo yalipo makao makuu ya ufalme wa giza hapa duniani.”

“Some people express abhorrence at eating meat, yet make an exception for fish and other 'seafood' to remain a part of their diet. Fish, it seems to them, 'don't count.' Nor, it turns out, do they count when it comes to compiling the daily toll of animals slaughtered: cows, chickens, pigs and sheep are counted individually – fish – on the other hand, have their lives measured by the tonne. But even by weight, theirs is a colossal number – over 150million tonnes killed for human consumption every year in the first decades of the 21st century.”

“Why then, for so long, have humans just assumed -- or perhaps hoped -- that fish feel no pain and are essentially mindless? Balcombe thinks the problem is our inability to read their expressions or emotions. There's no sympathy trigger. 'We hear no screams and see no tears when their mouths are impaled and their bodies pulled from the water,' he writes. 'Their unblinking eyes -- constantly bathed in water and thus in no need of lids --amplify the illusion that they feel nothing.' Many do in fact vocalize when they are in pain, but the sound is designed to be heard under water, and we can't hear it.”

“Когато е влюбен, мъжът, дори да не е бил никога рибар, хвърля въдица. Закача на нея собственото си желание, слага за всеки случай щипка искреност и неизменно оставя дъх на мускус. После замята. Понякога жената, към която е насочено цялото това усилие, долавя стръвта. Друг път я вижда, но се прави, че я няма. Случва се на кукичката да се хване съвсем различна риба, неочаквана и със сигурност изненадваща за рибаря. Мъжът обаче е упорит. Мъжът и милионите мъже преди него, които са скрили последния си дъх в костите му, са изкусни в този занаят - чакането. Майсторството им е филигранно. Нали така са предавали гените си ден след ден, век след век…”

“Traveling on, the shaft of his light reached now a great, dully shining oblong, and he stopped, surprised. Then, through the glass sides, he saw bright shapes of fish wheel in schools down the opaque water, startled by the illumination. Coming at last, and so suddenly, on life like his own, Mr. Lecky moved closer. The fixed flood of his light enveloped these small fish dimly, glowed back on him. They came sliding, drifting, mouths in motion, gills rippling, up the light, against the glass. Their senseless round eyes stared at Mr. Lecky. Idling with great grace, the extravagant products of selective breeding - fringetails, Korean, calico - passed, swayed about, came languidly back. Moving faster, stub-finned, crop-tailed danios from the Malabar coast appeared, hovered, taking the light on their fat flanks, now spotted, now iridescent pearl or opal. Seeing so many of them, so eager and attentive, Mr. Lecky felt an unexpected compunction. He was their only proprietor; and soon, trapped unnaturally here in the big tank, they would starve to death. His light went back to a counter he had just passed, showing him again the half-noticed packages - food for birds and pet animals, food, too, for fish. Returning to the tank, his light found many of the fish still waiting, the rest rushing back. He went and took a package, tore the top off, and poured the contents onto the rectangle of open water. It would perhaps postpone the time when, having eaten each other, the sick remainder must die anyway.”

“Day Thirty-Four Handsome hunting heron, standing in the weir, our lives are lived apart yet our bodies are so near; as you wade across the water seeking fish to eat, I cannot help but wonder: do you ever get cold feet? Serenely splendid heron, staring into river, the wind that blows your feathers is causing me to shiver; the setting sun is sinking, the ducks are flying home, I cannot help but wonder: do you ever feel alone?”

“By 2030, says the UN Food and Agriculture Organization, fish farming will dominate fish supplies. Given how wrong the FAO has been in the past--saying catches were going up when, in fact, they were going down--this statement is worth examining carefully. When you do, you find it to be an observation of previous trends, not a reflection of what could happen or what people might want--in the same way as Red Delicious was once far and away the most popular apple in the United States because it was basically the only apple you could get. The FAO is simply observing that fish farming is the fastest growing form of food production in the world--growing at 9 percent a year and by 12-13 percent in the United States. Nobody is asking us whether we want this. It is just happening. The continued destruction of mangrove swamps in poor countries to provide shrimp for people living in rich countries is simply the market operating in a vacuum untroubled by ethics. It is a reflection of what will go on happening if we do not find ways of exercising any choice in the matter.”

“In the fishing village of Mousehole in Cornwall it is traditional to eat 'stargazy pie' on the evening of 23 December. It is an intriguing pie, made with pilchards placed so that their heads poke through the crust at the centre of the pie, gazing at the stars, as it were. It is made in honour of a local mythical hero, Tom Bawcock ('bawcock' is an old word meaning 'a fine fellow'), whom legend says sent out on a bad night during a bad season, returning with sufficient fish to save the locals from starvation.”

“The medieval church imposed fast days on which sexual intercourse and the eating of flesh were forbidden, but eating "cold" foods was permitted. because fish came from water, it was deemed cold, as were waterfowl and whale, but meat was considered hot food.”