New Year's Eve Modern Family Quotes & Sayings

The need of man to wholly realize himself is the only fixed star. — Arthur Miller

He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower. — James Joyce

He was grunting with his own animal unleashed and we did what they did on the discovery channel. — Noah Harris

I told her I'd taken to thumbing pastes and powders onto my forehead as an act of identification: culturally Hindu, even though God qua God was not really important to me, except as God manifested in my lovers and the emptiness left by my lovers. It was the only thing I knew how to do, being motherless, fatherless. I had made a religion of making presence out of absence. — Anonymous

On the phone
Bookseller: Hello Ripping Yarns.
Customer: Do you have any mohair wool?
Bookseller: Sorry, we're not a yarns shop, we're a bookshop.
Customer: You're called Ripping Yarns.
Bookseller: Yes, that's 'yarns' as in stories.
Customer: Well it's a stupid name.
Bookseller: It's a Monty Python reference.
Customer: So you don't sell wool?
Bookseller: No.
Customer: Hmf. Ridiculous.
Bookseller: ... but we do sell dead parrots.
Customer: What?
Bookseller: Parrots. Dead. Extinct. Expired. Would you like one?
Customer: Erm, no.
Bookseller: Ok, well if you change your mind, do call back. — Jen Campbell

Use that ugly thing you keep inside your helm. — George R R Martin

Getting 10,000 listeners for a free podcast novel is a lot easier than selling 10,000 hardcover novels at $25 a pop. — Jeremy Robinson

You can't do wrong right, but you can do right wrong. — Bohdi Sanders

I appreciate the idea of allowing people to have their own private walk with God. To me, God is about love, not condemnation. — Clay Aiken

Why the hell was the nun dancing onstage?" — R.S. Grey