Wisconsin Quotes

“Wisconsin doesn't look kindly on the weeks that slip in between the death of cold and the birth of warmth; Persephone may have left her husband, but she isn't home yet, and this is one state that'll be damned before it lets anyone forget it.”
― Seanan McGuire, Sparrow Hill Road

“I'm heading for a clean-named place
like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get there
without help and nosy proclivities.”
― John Ashbery

“You think all teenagers care about are musicians and movie stars?
Spend some time in Wisconsin.
We'll blow your socks off.”
― Joan Bauer, Hope Was Here

“...Minnesota, Wisconsin, all around there... has the kind of women I liked when I was younger. Pale-skinned and blue-eyed, hair so fair it's almost white, wine-colored lips, and round, full breasts with the veins running through them like a good cheese.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“There's a lot of cheese where you're going, Hope. I'm not sure how this affects people long term.”
― Joan Bauer, Hope Was Here

“In winter this town is freezing. You step out your door in the morning and the whole place looks like one of those nature specials in which a guy brings a camcorder to the North Pole and then the camera cuts out and you hear on the news that he got eaten by a bear”
― Flynn Meaney, The Boy Recession

“Things are more like they are now...than they have EVER been before!”
― Uncle Arnie Mamath

“I definitely felt out of place at first, not unlike being lactose intolerant in Wisconsin.”
― Jared Brock, A Year of Living Prayerfully

“But the Wisconsin tradition meant more than a simple belief in the people. It also meant a faith in the application of intelligence and reason to the problems of society. It meant a deep conviction that the role of government was not to stumble along like a drunkard in the dark, but to light its way by the best torches of knowledge and understanding it could find.”
― Adlai Stevenson

“There's a concept in Wisconsin called deer widows, which is basically when all the menfolk leave town to go on their [hunting] trips and the women are left behind, bewildered and confused, to do whatever it is women do without men. (Celebrate.)”
― Don Zolidis, The Seven Torments of Amy and Craig

“Everything is an echo of something I once read.

Dream, hope, and celebrate life!

Love always comes back in a song.

One thing we all have in common is a love for food and drink.

Memories never die, and dreams never end!

What is time?”
― John Siwicki

“In addition, when they talked as if city people lived by different values, they were not emphasizing abortion, or gay marriage, or the things that are typically pointed to as the cultural issues that divide lower-income whites from the Democratic Party. Instead, the values they talked about were intertwined with economic concerns.”
― Katherine J. Cramer, The Politics of Resentment: Rural Consciousness in Wisconsin and the Rise of Scott Walker

“Lou's arteries congealed as she recalled the pounds of butter that went into the meal and the two pies cooling in the kitchen. But you couldn't skimp on butter on a holiday, and any substitute would feel wrong to a girl born and raised in the Dairy State. At least she'd resisted putting cheese in half the dishes.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Coincidence of Coconut Cake

“The sensor did not seem to be restricted to my mother's food, and there was so much to sort through, a torrent of information, but with George there, sitting in the fading warmth of the filtered afternoon springtime sun spilling through the kitchen windows, making me buttered toast which I ate happily, light and good with his concentration and gentle focus, I could begin to think about the layers. The bread distributor, the bread factory, the wheat, the farmer. The butter, which had a dreary tang to it. When I checked the package, I read that it came from a big farm in Wisconsin. The cream held a thinness, a kind of metallic bumper aftertaste. The milk- weary. All of those parts distant, crowded, like the far-off sound of an airplane, or a car parking, all hovering in the background, foregrounded by the state of the maker of the food.”
― Aimee Bender, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake

“And within her something was screaming: "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! He knows French. And those girls that can row and everything. And me, I don't know anything. Oh, God, what'll I do?”
― Edna Ferber, Half Portions

“She was always threatening to move to be nearer to Rosie and the boys, but Wisconsin was- obviously, nonnegotiably, self-evidently-too cold. So she stayed in Pheonix and held the weather to her heart as a talisman, clutched to her breast against all counteroffers.
But she came up for the summers. Pheonix's weather need not be clutched to the breast for June through September.”
― Laurie Frankel, This Is How It Always Is

“Six days ago, a man blew himself up by the side of a road in northern Wisconsin. There were no witnesses, but it appears that he was sitting on the grass next to his parked car when the bomb he was building accidentally went off.”
― Paul Auster, Leviathan

“E lì, nel mezzo del mio salotto, c’era un coyote a quattro zampe con il pelo giallastro; la porta d’ingresso era ancora spalancata. Rimasi pietrificato. Il coyote alzò la testa, mi studiò per qualche secondo e sollevò una zampa tinta di bianco per grattare l’aria tra noi. Non saprei dire quanto siamo rimasti in quella posizione ad annusarci, ma alla fine ho avuto il buon senso di dire con voce tagliente: «Vattene, via, sciò.» Temevo che la mia voce non avrebbe funzionato. E il coyote lo fece, voltandosi lentamente come un cane che aveva ricevuto una ramanzina; tornò verso la porta principale in quella che era diventata un’andatura spavalda, prima di lanciarsi in una corsa vera e propria sulle strisce di prato che separavano la casa dal vialetto e di infiltrarsi nell’erba alta dove vidi il suo pelo bianco-giallo spuntare di tanto in tanto in mezzo ai fiori selvatici. Poi chiusi la porta col lucchetto, una cosa che faccio raramente, eppure la feci. Mi sedetti, e rimasi immobile a lungo. Mi fissai le mani. Mi sentivo vivo, sentivo ogni fibra del corpo che vibrava, ogni atomo energizzato, il sangue che scorreva spavaldo. Vivo qui, ho scelto di vivere qui, perché qui la vita mi sembra reale. Autentica, genuina... non lo so, fattibile. Magari si sentono tutti così, magari no.”
― Nickolas Butler, Shotgun Lovesongs

“The German stamp on Wisconsin endures in the state's commitment to efficient agriculture, hard work, education, culture, and to good citizenship and political freedom - all of which were an integral part of the German immigrant's language.”
― Richard H. Zeitlin, Germans in Wisconsin

“New beginnings come with the tail of the red-winged blackbird. Here’s to hoping my daddy was right.”
― Austin Cochran, Totem Lake

“...[T]here was a new detective in town. From Minnesota. Sammy hoped for his sake he wasn’t a Vikings fan. If so, he’d certainly be in trouble, as the whole town bled green and gold. Green Bay Packers fans practiced their own religion in Wisconsin.”
― Holly Quinn, A Crafter Knits a Clue

“When's your birthday?" I asked.
"The twentieth of April."
"A Taurus."
"A what?" she asked.
"Astrology. Do you follow it?"
"Not only do I not follow it, I've never even heard of it."
I paused, wondering if the girl was kidding, but I didn't detect a note of sarcasm in her voice.
"I'm from Milwaukee- we don't believe things like that there, either. It's all hocus-pocus if you ask me."
"Milwaukee's in Wisconsin. Wisconsin's capital is Madison. Its state bird is the robin and it's known as the Dairy State because it produces more cheese and milk than any other state," she said, as if reading from a teleprompter. "This thing called astrology- what is it exactly?"
"That's a good question," I said. "It has something to do with the stars. I've never really understood it, either."
"You mean astronomy, then?"
"No, they're two different things- astrology and astronomy."
"So what are you in astrology terms?"
"A Scorpio."
"A scorpion. In other words, you're an eight-legged, venomous creature to be wary of?"
Her tone was deadpan.
"No poison here, just a nice guy from Milwaukee."
She let out a jovial laugh.
She was a curious creature, and I was intrigued. Her manner of speech was officious and old-fashioned. She was interested and reserved, insecure and confident, coy and bold. She was unlike anyone I had ever met.”
― Alex Brunkhorst, The Gilded Life of Matilda Duplaine

“I like to try new recipes. I'm mastering Wisconsin cuisine." Ray wanted to keep her talking, discover more about her and why she kept popping up wherever he went.
"Wisconsin cuisine? Is that even a thing?" Sabrina asked.
He smiled. "Have some state pride. You know, kringle, booyah, fish boils, cheese curds. Do you have a favorite?"
Sabrina took a few breaths before responding.
"Kringle... and anything with cheese.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Kindred Spirits Supper Club

“She collapsed on the floor in a fit of tears
and sobbed until no more came.
This is the end, then, she calculated.
She would sell and go back home where she belonged. Life
in Wisconsin had beaten them, and she surrendered with nothing but scars to show for it.”
― Jenny Knipfer, In a Grove of Maples

“Cookies, turkey, stuffing, homemade candies. Leftovers become special treats. And so many cheese-and-sausage platters--- it wasn't a holiday party in Wisconsin without one. For the hard-core Wisconsin-ites, there were the cannibal sandwiches--- raw ground beef on rye bread topped with raw onion. Astra preferred throwing one on the grill, but her dad loved them as is.”
― Amy E. Reichert, Once Upon a December

“The girls met at least one Saturday a month for brunch at Blue's Egg in Wauwatosa. It was a nice middle distance between them all and had the most incredible hash browns.”
― Amy E. Reichert, Once Upon a December

“Sandy Cohen, a college basketball star, aims for NBA success, a loving family, and entrepreneurial ventures.”
― Sandy Cohen