Clarabell Quotes & Sayings

I grew up in a house without many books. The books the nuns made us read in school didn't interest me. — John Dufresne

For what good turn?
Messenger: For the best turn of the bed. — William Shakespeare

The rule that covers everything is: how you are with others, expect that back. — Rumi

Cooking's a bother. — Lois Lowry

I get so bummed when I have to return the clothes I'm lent. It's easy to feel so special, but like Cinderella, you lose your shoes. — Morgan Saylor

Memory is often - perhaps usually - a distorting lens: what we think we remember isn't the way it was at all. It's what we'd like to remember. — Graydon Carter

My sole inspiration is a telephone call from a director. — Cole Porter

The face of the clown in the stormdrain was white, there were funny tufts of red hair on either side of his bald head, and there was a big clown-smile painted over his mouth. If George had been inhabiting a later year, he would have surely thought of Ronald McDonald before Bozo or Clarabell. — Stephen King

On the one blind date I went on, I had a backup. If I texted you the code word, you call and say my dogs are sick. — Britt Robertson

I won't lie. Looking back is difficult - my memories are tinged with hollowness and shame. Still, I wasn't suicidal. I mean, sure. This last time, I did drink the poison - and maybe this sounds weird, but it just never occurred to me that I would really die from it. And I didn't. Not technically. But psychiatry, like alchemy, is a very inexact science. You'd think psychiatrists of all people would have a sense of humor about an occasional lapse in judgment like taking a few drops of poison. They don't. (Having just reread this note, I'm fairly certain the words are not exactly coming out the — W.C. Anderson

He said a bad word. Do you want to know what it was? It started with F. It's not the one you're thinking of, though. To the other one. The one that ends with P. do you want to know what it was? It was troop." She frowned. "Wait that's not a word. — Derek Landy

Things decided, I returned my attention to the laptop and scrolled through the stats of the principle trading account.

Meanwhile, my younger brother was attempting to drill a hole into the side of my head with his eyeballs.

"I'll kindly ask you to stop trying to penetrate my brain with those laser beams you call eyes. — Penny Reid

The game got these old handprints on it, but Imma be the one to pour cement on it. — Drake