Goscinny Comic Book Quotes & Sayings

I have a very hyper-sensitive sister, and when she saw in the papers the next day that I had proclaimed myself the daughter of an immigrant, she didn't like it at all, and was with difficulty deterred from writing to the press that my father might be an immigrant, but not hers. — Margaret Case Harriman

I don't know how easy that would be but I'd try just to lead an ordinary life again. Stay out of the papers. — Mark David Chapman

The natural milieu I inhabit is more in epic storytelling. — Terry Hayes

Dad, girls don't fall down every time they run. — Wes Craven

it to one hour on Sunday morning. (2) Worship God, but let me have your children. (3) Worship God, but leave your possessions out of it. — Victor P. Hamilton

Jason once told me that eye contact is the most intimacy two people can have
forget sex
because the optic nerve is technically an extension of the brain, and when two people look into each other's eyes, it's brain-to-brain. — Douglas Coupland

He dumped its contents out on the tablecloth: a gold ring, a gold nugget, and a gold signet seal. Francisco pointed to each. I told you that this was the secret of happiness. The three objects belonged to a rich collector. When he was asleep they argued all the time. The gold ring declared it was better than the other two because miners had risked their lives to find it. The gold signet said it was better than the other two because it had sealed the messages of a king. They argued day and night, until the ring said. 'Lets ask God', He will decide which of us is the best. The other two agreed, and so they approached the Almighty. Each made its claim for being superior. God listened carefully, and when they were done, he said, ' I cant settle your dispute, I'm sorry. The gold signet seal grew angry 'What do you mean, you cant settle it? You're God.' That's the problem said God. I don't see a ring, a nugget and a seal. All I see is gold. — Deepak Chopra

Be kind to each other. — Reggie Lee

Perhaps the only magician we have is the artist. — Anais Nin

He returned with the tissue-restorer. I loosed it down the hatch, and after undergoing the passing discomfort, unavoidable when you drink Jeeves's patent morning revivers, of having the top of the skull fly up to the ceiling and the eyes shoot out of their sockets and rebound from the opposite wall like racquet balls, felt better. It — P.G. Wodehouse