Cuddlywuddliness Quotes & Sayings

I call myself, 'The Estee Lauder of the garden world.' I'm my own little conglomerate. — C. Z. Guest

I don't know why I write really depressing songs. I'm a kind of melancholy guy, I suppose. But I figure I'm about normal. — Townes Van Zandt

May you live as long as you want, yet not want as long as you live. — Michael S. McKinney

Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day. — Marcus Valerius Martial

Things will always go wrong so ride through your difficulties and learn from them. — Jim Rohn

Political satire is a serious thing. In democratic newspapers throughout the world there are daily cartoons that often are not even funny, as is the case especially in many English-language newspapers. Instead, they contain a political message, and the artist takes full responsibility. — Umberto Eco

I'm a snacker, but also health-conscious. I thought there had to be an alternative to what was out there. But it had to taste good - if it doesn't taste good, it isn't a snack. — Keith Belling

Technologies themselves, regardless of content, produce a hemispheric bias in the users. — Marshall McLuhan

The age looks steadily to the redressing of wrong, to the righting of every form of error and injustice; and a tireless and prying philanthropy, which is almost omniscient, is one of the most hopeful characteristics of the time. — Mary Baker Eddy

Choochiness is yet another British term that has no precise meaning, but, like pornography, you know it when you see it. The way I have things stacked up, choochiness is a particularly British amalgam of cuddlywuddliness, cutesypiedness, and butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouthedness that embraces everything from shops named The Ketch to Hugh Grant's stammer. It is a grating and often maddening behavioral pattern that makes others want to reach out and pinch the choochster's cheeks while secretly longing to stuff a hand grenade right down his throat. "Paul McCartney is choochy; John Lennon is not," says my brother-in-law, Max, who fled England for France in 1976, largely to escape from rampant choochiness. "Paul McCartney: choochy. John Lennon: not choochy. That's the difference." THERE — Joe Queenan