Sweetheart, wake up; you've destroyed the house and I need you to suffer for it.
In business, as in politics, the public is ever so tolerant of those who slime.
This Roberto. He no like the light.
The medium obscured the message.
It's very difficult to stay angry when a room full of bald guys in orange robes start giggling. Buddhism.
...then he looked at my T-shirt and saw Byron's picture on it and he quoted "She Walks in Beauty," which is like my favorite poem next to the one by Baudelaire about his girlfriend being nothing but worm food, except that Lily called that one first because Baudelaire is her fave poet and so she got the shirt with him on it, even though Byron is way more scrumptious and I would do him on sharp gravel if I had the chance. --from The Chronicles of Abby Normal
Kayso, it turns out that driving an actual car is way harder than it is in 'Grand Theft Auto: Zombie Hooker Smackdown.
Devil's Food?" You can only eat so much white cake, my friend.
Most of us don't live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we're a whole bunch of selves.
Lonliness evaporated off of them like the steam off dry ice, and by morning it was just a cloud on the ceiling of the room, then gone with the light.
Then someone started pounding on the door. And not a little "Hey, what's up?" pound. Like there was a big sale on door pounds down at the Pound Outlet. Buy one, get one free at Pounds-n-Stuff. --Being the Journal of Abby Normal
All killer whales are named Kevin. You knew that, right?
You were supposed to empathize with your friend's problem, but they were, after all, your friend's problems.
If they'd been dogs, they would have all been in the yard eating grass and trying to yak up whatever was making them feel so lousy. Not a bone gnawed, not a ball chased-all tails went unwagged. Oh, life is a fast cat, a short leash, a flea in that place where you just can't scratch.
I fear you may become a lonely man, even in the company of others.
Marry for love, stay married, and raise happy children who are quick to laugh and slow to judge.
It was sometimes difficult to reconcile a man's talents with his personality.
Winter near the shore is cold. The wind kicks up a salty mist and elephant seals come to shore to trumpet and rut and birth their pups. Retired people put sweaters on their lap dogs and drag them down the street on retractable leashes in a nightly parade of doggy humiliation. Surfers don their wetsuits against the chill of storm waves and white sharks adjust their diets to include shrink-wrapped dude-snacks on fiberglass crackers.
An original thought would crack your feeble skull like a thunderbolt, you craven vulture.
I like a girl with a substantial bottom,' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred.
How could you deal with a creature as devious as woman.
It was an eight-harlot inn, if that's how you measure an inn. (I understand that now they measure inns in stars. We are in a four-star inn right now. I don't know what the conversion from harlots to stars is.)
...she is too beautiful, I think, to not be inherently evil.
Carlton Mellick III has the craziest book titles and the kinkiest fans!
Moses should have said "Let my people go. Please."
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