Foonting Quotes & Sayings

Groop I implore thee," continued the merciless Vogon, "my foonting turlingdromes. — Douglas Adams

I'm just here to compete and do the best I can and let things play out and just be the best teammate I can be, regardless of the situation. — Tarvaris Jackson

The belief in creation as the background of empiricomathematical [sic] science-that seems strange. Yet the ways of thought, human thought, in its search for truth are, indeed, very strange. — Alexandre Koyre

But she had learnt, in those solemn hours of thought, that she herself must one day answer for her own life, and what she had done with it; and she tried to settle that most difficult problem, how much was to be utterly merged in obedience to authority, and how much might be set apart for freedom in working. — Elizabeth Gaskell

There is a breed of fashion models who weigh no more than an abridged dictionary. — Dave Barry

No," said the shopkeeper, "not really. I always say home is where you hang your hat." "Um, no," said Twoflower, always anxious to enlighten. "Where you hang your hat is a hatstand. A home is - — Terry Pratchett

The wisdom of a human...is boundless. — Marilyn Z. Wilkes

Hurdling, sprinting, athletics in general, is always in the back of your mind. — Sally Pearson

The accidental causes of science are only accidents relatively to the intelligence of a man. — Chauncey Wright

Even the alternative weekly newspapers, traditionally a bastion of progressive thought and analysis, have been bought by a monopoly franchise and made a predictable shift to the right in their coverage of local news. — Bernie Sanders

I often think my boyfriend is going to leave me just from seeing how I talk to the dog. But you know, when you are talking to your dog, you are accessing this softer side of you. Everything else melts away. — Natasha Lyonne

I didn't watch horror movies when I was a kid. I didn't watch any bad movies. — Colin Trevorrow

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't. — Douglas Adams

The aim of the poet is to inform or delight, or to combine together, in what he says, both pleasure and applicability to life. In instructing, be brief in what you say in order that your readers may grasp it quickly and retain it faithfully. Superfluous words simply spill out when the mind is already full. Fiction invented in order to please should remain close to reality. — Horace