Knothole In A Tree Quotes & Sayings

The truth is I feel bad about calling you a whore. I don't know anything about your personal life; my judgment was based on nothing more than a general whorish vibe you give off.
You look like you'd screw any squirrel that came your way. You look like you'd even screw the knothole in that tree where you live. But this is all speculation on my part, based on nothing more than your aforementioned whorish vibe and sleazy demeanor. Maybe I'm wrong about you. If so, I apologize.
But I really don't think I am. — Michael Ian Black

I always think that if you know somebody's name then there's something slightly fraudulent about that person. Otherwise we wouldn't have heard of him or her. — John Banville

The closer we come to the negative, to death, the more we blossom. — Montgomery Clift

A less courageous person would have felt that it was too late, they would have felt ashamed, they would think wellI don't want this, I know I shall hate it, it's all wrong, but I'm so involved now I'll have to put up with it, and I know that later on I'll keep on wishing that I'd had the nerve to say no, even at the last minute ... — Iris Murdoch

I saw a man climb a mountain with no feet or hands and barely a stump for each arm and leg. At once I realized there was no excuse at all for me not to scale my own mountains. — Richelle E. Goodrich

And if you can't shape your life the way you want, at least try as much as you can not to degrade it ... — Constantine P. Cavafy

When all is said, a man's final judgment of his fellows must be based upon his knowledge of himself — Rafael Sabatini

Damn, her voice was awfully sexy for being a tree. Coop wasn't sure he was comfortable with that thought. Probably a good time to head out, before he started trying to hump a knothole or something. — Cindy Spencer Pape

They set off. After a few seconds the Luggage got carefully to its feet and started to follow. "Psst!" It turned carefully, little legs moving in a complicated pattern, and appeared to look up. "Is it good, being joinery?" said the tree, anxiously. "Did it hurt?" The Luggage seemed to think about this. Every brass handle, every knothole, radiated extreme concentration. Then it shrugged its lid and waddled away. The tree sighed, and shook a few dead leaves out of its twigs. — Terry Pratchett

Moments are history. If you have enough of them, they become a story. — Adriana Trigiani