Odorous Flatulence Quotes & Sayings

Much have I travelled in the realms of gold for which I thank the Paddington and Westminster Public Libraries. — Peter Porter

Was Jesus the son of God? Yes. But so are you. You just haven't realized it yet. — Eckhart Tolle

In the beginning Marvel created the Bullpen and the Style. And the Bullpen was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the Artists. And the Spirit of Marvel said, Let there be The Fantasic Four. And there was The Fantasic Four. And Marvel saw The Fantasic Four. And it was good. — Stan Lee

Suffering is optional. You're gonna have some pain but it doesn't have to make you suffer. — Jhene Aiko

Ferbus rammed his hands over his ears. "Floating head is loud," he complained. "Make stop. — Gina Damico

There's only so much you can say about celebrity, obviously. — Chelsea Handler

Sometimes when you finish a book, you don't know quite what you've got. — Salman Rushdie

The sun and the moon have merged and the earth is upside down. I feel like I can be exactly who I want to be in his arms.

He makes me forget the terror I'm capable of. — Tahereh Mafi

Right now, any opinion anyone has about whether dogs can or cannot really tell when their owner is coming home by some unknown means ... nobody knows. The weight of evi dence suggests they can. — Rupert Sheldrake

It came as a gift. A large gray bird flew up with a loud alarm call as he approached. As it gained height and wheeled away over the valley, it gave out a piping sound on three notes, which he recognized as the inversion of a line he had already scored for a piccolo. How elegant, how simple. Turning the sequence round opened up the idea of a plain and beautiful song in common time, which he could almost hear. But not quite. An image came to him of a set of unfolding steps, sliding and descending-from the trap door of a loft, or from the door of a light plane. One note lay over and suggested the next. He heard it, he had it, and then it was gone. There was a glow of a tantalizing afterimage and the fading call of a sad little tune ... These notes were perfectly interdependent, little polished hinges swinging the melody through its perfect arc. He could almost hear it again as he reached the top of the angled rock slab and paused to reach into his pocket for notebook and pencil. — Steven Pinker

I remember going to church about four times a week. I liked it a lot. — Victoria Jackson