Simpsons Super Bowl Quotes & Sayings

He called me a pie!" she announced, defensively. There was a pause. "Wait. That's not right."
"A tart?"
"Yes! That's it! — Sarah MacLean

Romeo and Juliet *died*. I always liked that in a teen romance story. — James Nicoll

Nothing of course was ever done to Bill for the killing of Tutt. — Buffalo Bill

The world of books continued to send him messages. Bharati Mukherjee and Clark Blaise wrote from America to tell him that people were making I AM SALMAN RUSHDIE button badges and proudly wearing them as a sign of their solidarity. He wanted one of those badges. Maybe Joseph Anton could wear a badge in solidarity with the person he both was and was not. Gita Mehta told him by telephone, a little waspishly, that "The Satanic Verses is not your Lear. Shame is your Lear. — Salman Rushdie

I listen to a lot of medieval music. — Grimes

I would rather be a devil in alliance with truth, than an angel in alliance with falsehood. — Ludwig Feuerbach

I did try to win a sixth, but it was not to be. — Miguel Indurain

He looked so happy and I wondered about that, his capacity for happiness. Where did that come from? Did I have that kind of happiness inside me? Was I just afraid of it? — Benjamin Alire Saenz

I started painting graffiti in the classic New York style of big letters and characters but I was never very good at it. — Banksy

Tarantino's movies are smartly intoxicating cocktails of rampage and meditation; they're in-your-face, with a mac-10 machine pistol and a quote from the Old Testament. They blend U.S. and European styles of filmmaking; they bring novelistic devices to the movie mall. — Richard Corliss

Percy shrugged. Okay. But a word of advice: when you see Apollo, don't mention haiku. — Rick Riordan

And so he calmly responded, "Subtle is the Lord, but malicious he is not."* The — Walter Isaacson

Meanwhile I understood: my mistake with Olivia was to consider myself eaten by her, whereas I should be myself (I always had been) the one who ate her. The most appetizingly flavored human flesh belongs to the eater of human flesh. It was only by feeding ravenously on Olivia that I would cease being tasteless to her palate. — Italo Calvino