Tchotchkes Quotes & Sayings

We settled in a booth at Bishop's 4th Street Diner, an aging silver zeppelin on the rotary outside the naval base, grungy and stuffed with Betty Boop tchotchkes in the windows. The waitress greeted Abbass familiarly and promptly took her order: a hamburger, rare, and fries. — Marilyn Johnson

If you're willing to work harder than anybody else, you can create your own luck — Nolan Bushnell

I'm looking for a bunch of new tchotchkes that represent the new part of my life. — Sally Field

Enjoy the little things in life because one day you'll look back and realize they were the big things. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Every 20 minutes you've got to have a bump, you've got to have a change in course, you've got to unsettle the audience. It can't be too predictable so something has to happen. I think that was something that Hitchcock did very well too. You couldn't let an audience feel too settled in. — Barbara Broccoli

Who has chosen this kind world for us and why? — Sorin Cerin

You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live. — Ray Bradbury

I'm not a big fan of the tchotchkes. It always reminds me of a grandma's stuffy home with a million Santa dolls. — Jeremiah Brent

... a tiny room, furnished in early MFI, of which every surface was covered in china ornaments and plaster knick-knacks whose only virtue was that they were small, and therefore of limited individual horribleness. Cumulatively, they were like an infestation. Little vases, ashtrays, animals, shepherdesses, tramps, boots, tobys, ruined castles, civic shields of seaside towns, thimbles, bambis, pink goggle-eyed puppies sitting up and begging, scooped-out swans plainly meant to double as soap dishes, donkeys with empry panniers which ought to have held pin-cushions or perhaps bunches of violets -- all jostled together in a sad visual cacophony of bad taste and birthday presents and fading holiday memories, too many to be loved, justifying themselves by their sheer weight of numbers as 'collections' do. — Cynthia Harrod-Eagles