Comedians Graham Greene Quotes & Sayings

After my family leaves in the morning, I'll make my first coffee of the day and then I head upstairs to go to work. At least, that's my plan. I'm not going to check email. I'm not going on Facebook, or sneaking a glimpse at my Instagram feed. No. I'm not going to down that road. But with multiple devices, by the time I get upstairs [to my study] I may well have heard my iPhone ding and - it's Pavlovian. — Dani Shapiro

At thirty-two she had less dating experience than the average high school student. — Lacey Alexander

We mustn't complain too much of being comedians - it's an honorable profession. If only we could be good ones the world might gain at least a sense of style. We have failed - that's all. We are bad comedians, we aren't bad men. — Graham Greene

And if it is possible that creatures live underwater, could not creatures also live under the earth, nations of salamanders capable of arriving, through their tunnels, at the central fire that animates the planet? — Umberto Eco

. His big crocodile tears stabbed my heart, and I knew my son wasn't allowed to cry again. — Michelle Hughes

Of course, owls on the loose seemed strange to the uninitiated. One day an electrician came to work on the building's power supply, when, seemingly out of nowhere, an owl flew around a corner right at him. The poor guy let out an unearthly scream and hit the floor, covering his head and yelling in Spanish. — Stacey O'Brien

The person who knows everything has the most to learn. — Bob Phillips

These corporations run our culture, and they riddle it with bullshit. — Ben Goldacre

You have to stop looking at me like that." He sounds amused, "or else I will have to take you up to my suite right now, and have you for lunch"
I sigh at the image, "Why don't you?" I whisper. It's exactly what I want. — Serena Grey

My heart began to beat
like a merry drum and blood started flowing through my veins like cars from a wedding party
honking their way through town. — Yann Martel

He mused on this village of his, which had sprung up in this place, amid the stones, like the gnarled undergrowth of the valley. All Artaud's inhabitants were inter-related, all bearing the same surname to such an extent that they used double-barrelled names from the cradle up, to distinguish one from another. At some antecedent date an ancestral Artaud had come like an outcast, to establish himself in this waste land. His family had grown with the savage vitality of the vegetation, drawing nourishment from this stone till it had become a tribe, then the tribe turned to a community, till they could not sort out their cousinage, going back for generations. They inter-married with unblushing promiscuity. — Emile Zola