She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.

Fish cannot carry guns.

In a shared fish, there are no bones.

Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.

The fish responsible for drying the sea are not here.

Ain't fit for man nor beast

No water—I never touch water. Fish make love in it.

Something which is not human is neither democratic, nor civil.

One thing about which fish know exactly nothing is water, since they have no anti-environment which would enable them to perceive the element they live in.

All is fish that comth to net.

After looking carefully into the matter, and after some years' experience in its non-use, I can state without hesitancy that, contrary to the prevailing opinion, the flesh of animals is not necessary as an article of food. … We shall find numerous articles of food, as we study the matter, that, so far as body nourishing, building, and sustaining qualities are concerned, contain twice, and in some cases over twice, as much as any flesh food that can be mentioned.

The old man … received the Sabbath with sweet song and chanted the hallowing tunefully over raisin wine; while it was still day he hallowed and the sun came to gaze at his glass. … The table was well spread with all manner of fruit, beans, greenstuffs and good pies, plum water tasting like wine, but of flesh and of fish there was never a sign. … in truth it is in no way obligatory to eat flesh and fish … He and she, meaning the old man and the old woman, had never tasted flesh since growing to maturity.

Neither. He's a — a — a meat dog.

I don't eat fish because there is no such thing as sustainable fishing in the world right now.