“Never dare a Coyote. Ever. It was a law, even the council knew to never dare them. They always accepted a dare. They always triumphed.”
― Lora Leigh, Coyote’s Mate
The coyote is a living, breathing allegory of Want.
“The coyote is a long, slim, sick and sorry-looking skeleton, with a gray wolfskin stretched over it, a tolerably bushy tail that forever sags down with a despairing expression of forsakenness and misery, a furtive and evil eye, and a long, sharp face, with slightly lifted lip and exposed teeth. He has a general slinking expression all over. The coyote is a living, breathing allegory of Want. He is always hungry. He is always poor, out of luck, and friendless. The meanest creatures despise him, and even the fleas would desert him for a velocipede. He is so spirtless and cowardly that even while his exposed teeth are pretending a threat, the rest of his face is apologizing for it. And he is so homely! -so scrawny, and ribby, and coarse-haired, and pitiful.”
― Mark Twain, Roughing It
Coyote yelled.
“What should I do?’ Coyote yelled.
‘Cultivate philosophy and run like hell,’ said Bear…”
― Roger Zelazny, Eye of Cat
Coyote was sleek, fast, healthy
“As for the coyote, he was nothing like his cartoon icon. He was sleek, fast, healthy and apparently without an anvil or Acme product of any kind.”
― Doug Fine
It had something to do with being Coyote’s daughter
“Mercy has this … this uncanny ability to go where the trouble is thickest,” Adam told him. He had decided a while ago that it wasn’t deliberate, and that it had something to do with being Coyote’s daughter. He was pretty sure that Mercy was completely oblivious.”
― Patricia Briggs, Silence Fallen
You had your chance to run, coyote. It’s too late now.
“One more month,” he said finally. “And then they—and Samuel, too—will just have to get used to it. His eye is the color of a bitch with dark chocolate, worst few years and he leaned forward. “And you will marry me.”
I smiled, showing my teeth. “Don’t you mean, ‘will you marry me?’”
I meant it to be funny, but his eyes brightened until the gold flecks were swimming in the darkness. “You had your chance to run, coyote. It’s too late now.”
― Patricia Briggs, Silver Borne
Coyotes move within a landscape of attentiveness.
“Coyotes move within a landscape of attentiveness. I have seen their eyes in the creosote bushes and among mesquite trees. They have watched me. And all the times that I saw no eyes, that I kept walking and never knew, there were still coyotes. When I have seen them trot away, when I have stepped from the floorboard of my truck, leaned on the door, and watched them as they watched me over their shoulders, I have been aware for that moment of how much more there is. Of how I have only seen only an instant of a broad and rich life.”
― Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild
I am the reality of all coyotes.
“I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.”
― Patricia Briggs, River Marked
She’d just stepped over the line of acceptable craziness.
“Look, I’ll fight, too. What do you think it is? Bear, coyote…?”
“My brother.”
“Your…” Dismay pooled in Mark. She’d just stepped over the line of acceptable craziness. “Oh.”
― L.J. Smith, Daughters of Darkness
Coyote never loses.
“Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?”
― Patricia Briggs, Frost Burned
