Satirizes Upper Quotes & Sayings

And indeed there is little opportunity for the old and poor to sin, except to doubt God's goodness, and if God cannot understand why we doubt that, then he is not as wise as his priests think, heh heh heh ... — Marion Zimmer Bradley

I figured the people who liked the sort of thing I was doing would come see it. If it was only 200 then that was alright and if it was 2000 then that is alright as well. I wasn't really interested in the big numbers; I was just interested in some numbers. — George Thorogood

I must learn to love the fool in me
the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of my human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my Fool. — Theodore Isaac Rubin

Mr. Harmong is the cheapest chinztiest most pig-lipped tightwad skanked-out lardo king landlord of all time. — Lynda Barry

And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death's suitcase. — Mitch Albom

Soon equates to good, later to worse, Uagen Zlepe, scholar. Therefore, immediacy. — Iain Banks

I want you," he said starkly, the barest quiver in his hoarse voice. "Me and you. Together." He drew in a deep breath, his broad chest lifting. "But I can't chase you forever. — Sophie Jordan

We should not forget Adam Smith's perspicuous observation that the "masters of mankind" - in his day, the merchants and manufacturers of England - never cease to pursue their "vile maxim": "All for ourselves, and nothing for other people. — Noam Chomsky

Ancestral habits of mind can be constricting; they also confer one's individuality. — Bharati Mukherjee

I'm kind of a pop culture stew, you know. — Q-Tip

Memories that you remember are Truth of your life ... — Adil Adam Memon

This notebook might be all I have left of her. My hand is still hovering over the cover, tempting me to open it and find her again, even if it's only for a short while, even if it's only on paper. But part of me is terrified. This might not end well. This might not be anything I want to see. And so help me, if this turns out to be some kind of diary concerning her thoughts and feelings about Kent, I might just throw myself out the window. — Tahereh Mafi