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“Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

“If we are not willing to let go knotty and prickly issues in time, our mental frame can be wrecked before long. One must be prepared to get the monkey off the back, eventually. ( « Les choses avaient enfin perdu leur pesanteur » )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Hello, companion," said Magnus.

The monkey made a terrible sound, half snarl and half hiss.

"I begin to rather doubt the beauty of our friendship," said Magnus.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles

“I am too much alien and not enough monkey to fit in here.”
― Melissa St. Hilaire

“I think the discomfort that some people feel in going to the monkey cages at the zoo is a warning sign.”
― Carl Sagan, The Varieties of Scientific Experience: A Personal View of the Search for God

“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.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Magnus threw the monkey a fig. The monkey took the fig.
"There," said Magnus. "Let us consider the matter settled."
The monkey advanced, chewing in a menacing fashion.
"I rather wonder what I am doing here. I enjoy city life, you know," Magnus observed. "The glittering lights, the constant companionship, the liquid entertainment. The lack of sudden monkeys."
He ignored Giuliana's advice and took a smart step back, and also threw another piece of fruit. The monkey did not take the bait this time. He coiled and rattled out a growl, and Magnus took several more steps back and into a tree.
Magnus flailed on impact, was briefly grateful that nobody was watching him and expecting him to be a sophisticated warlock, and had a monkey assault launched directly to his face.
He shouted, spun, and sprinted through the rain forest. He did not even think to drop the fruit. It fell one by one in a bright cascade as he ran for his life from the simian menace. He heard it in hot pursuit and fled faster, until all his fruit was gone and he ran right into Ragnor.
"Have a care!" Ragnor snapped.
He detailed his terrible monkey adventure twice.
"But of course you should have retreated at once from the dominant male," Giuliana said. "Are you an idiot? You are extremely lucky he was distracted from ripping out your throat by the fruit. He thought you were trying to steal his females."

"Pardon me, but we did not have the time to exchange that kind of personal information," Magnus said. "I could not have known! Moreover, I wish to assure both of you that I did not make any amorous advances on female monkeys." He paused and winked. "I didn't actually see any, so I never got the chance."
Ragnor looked very regretful about all the choices that had led to his being in this place and especially in this company. Later he stooped and hissed, low enough so Giuliana could not hear and in a way that reminded Magnus horribly of his monkey nemesis: "Did you forget that you can do magic?"
Magnus spared a moment to toss a disdainful look over his shoulder.
"I am not going to ensorcel a monkey! Honestly, Ragnor. What do you take me for?”
― Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles

“As for me I will follow the path of the pink bunnies.”
― Magenta Periwinkle

“The monkey didn't help matters any. He was sitting on top of the microbus, just watching the undead plunge to their end. His face appeared so serene, so intelligent, as if he truly understood the situation. I almost wanted him to turn to me and say, 'This is the turning point of the war! We've finally stopped them! We're finally safe!' But instead his little penis popped out and he peed in my face.”
― Max Brooks

“Don’t take yourself so seriously. You’re just a monkey with a plan.”
― Naval Ravikant

“After Supper the Master dismissed all except Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha the Monk. He took them out with him and said, "Look at that wonderful moolight. It makes me long for the time when I can return home.”
― Wu Cheng'en, Monkey: The Journey to the West

“The boatman then gently guided the raft across. They saw a dead body floating. At the sight of this, the Master was greatly frightened. But Sun smiled and said, "Master do not be alarmed! That corpse is none other than your own." Zhu Bajie said, "It is you, it is you!" Sha the Monk clapped his hands, and also said, "It is you, it is you!" The boatman also remarked "It was yours, I congratulate you." The three pilgrims congratulated him, and they quietly crossed over the Could Ferry in safety. The Master's shape was changed, and he jumped ashore on the other side with a very light body.”
― Wu Cheng'en, Monkey: The Journey to the West

“Big fat hairy monkey, hands a couple of octaves wide?”
― Terry Pratchett, Soul Music

“I hold my plush monkey over the bannister and let it drop. Its eyes light up when you squeeze its kidneys as whose eyes, I suppose, would not.”
― Frederick Buechner, The Alphabet of Grace

“I’m a divine being trapped inside the body of a monkey, with all its wants and needs!
We don’t get along too well.”
― Jim Borna

“Body before mind, cup before water.”
― Moniaristw

“If monkeys knew what man was going to be like, I think that they would have stopped evolving.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Give a monkey a stick and it will learn how to write.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Monkey business made a monkey out of a man.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“A human without consciousness is nothing more than a monkey with a developed intellect. But a human without discernment is a slave to his primitive nature.”
― Dan Desmarques

“As any Buddhist monk will tell you, the mind is a monkey. Given a daily routine, it first gets the hang of it, then it gets bored and starts flinging feces. Our simian tenants resent us because nothing changes enough to keep them amused. In protest, they refuse to work at peak primate efficiency.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot

“Gib dem Affen einen Spiegel und er wird zum Menschen. Gib dem Menschen einen Spiegel und er wird zum Affen.”
― Peter Rudl

“Monkey Duck!”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Monkeys may swing from trees, but gorillas will make a mockery of their heritage.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“monke yes?”
― jesse fanning

“Do not be afraid when a monkey sits on your shoulder.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“One little monkey jumping on the bed! She fell off and bumped her head. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said: 'No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”
― Monkey

“Why are all apes hairy and the human is relatively hairless? It is our closest genetic relative.”
― Steven Magee

“And he said...

...a monkey will fight for the last banana even when there are still plenty left.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“On the fourth note the toe began to tap, and the dog rose to his hind legs and began to dance. The tune had a lilting rhythm, and in perfect time he pirouetted in a circle, forepaws held out and head held high. The music changed in tempo, slower now, and at the end of each phrase the dog nodded his head so that the silvery bells accompanied each last three notes of the repeated phrase. Now he brought the forepaws into action, one at a time, each cluster of bells set in a different pitch to the nodding head.

It was the performance of a virtuoso. The strangest thing was that there seemed nothing preposterous, only an inherent grace and precision. The little dog danced as though he lived for it, as though he would will his audience to listen to his bells and live for it too.

Not far away, guns rumbled a reminder. Three-quarters of the western world lay reeling in the bonds of occupation, the wake of smoldering destruction left by these gray-green uniforms. A few short miles would soon end the agony of France, and then all Europe would be overrun — yet for this moment, in this one place, there was nothing but a silvery tinkling and a lilting tune and an audience who had become children again, spellbound before a dog who danced on a sunlit road to the bidding of the flute.”
― Sheila Burnford, Bel Ria: Dog of War