Vunce Quotes & Sayings

Mona ... lots of things are more binding than sex. They last longer too. — Armistead Maupin

Prayer is the fruit of joy and thankfulness. — Evagrius Ponticus

We can make a concerted effort to stop poisoning the planet: that would be a good way of appeasing the gods. — Simon Toyne

Me and Mike, ve vork in mine,
Holy shit, ve have good time.
Vunce a veek ve get our pay,
Holy shit, no vork next day. — Kurt Vonnegut

War may be the game of kings, but, like the games at ancient Rome, it is generally exhibited to please and pacify the people. — Arthur Helps

We cannot own each other, Bo. We can only offer what is ours to give. — Sarah Fine

When it comes to you? Hell no," he said. "With you, I'm so far out of my league I can't even see the league. — Jill Shalvis

I think China's view of freedom has to do with material wealth and modernity, and the Dalai's Lama view of freedom is liberation in the Buddhist sense, which is freedom from ignorance and freedom from suffering. — Pico Iyer

So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould. — Edmund Waller

Couldn't I just be a bit loony instead of gifted? — C.C. Hunter

The elder Miss Larkin — Charles Dickens

My happiness isn't dependent on anyone else's. — Byron Katie

Down vith children! Do them in!
Boil their bones and fry their skin!
Bish them, sqvish them, bash them, mash them!
Brrreak them, shake them, slash them, smash them!
Offer chocs vith magic powder!
Say "Eat up!" then say it louder.
Crrram them full of sticky eats,
Send them home still guzzling sveets.
And in the morning little fools
Go marching off to separate schools.
A girl feels sick and goes all pale.
She yells, "Hey look! I've grrrown a tail!"
A boy who's standing next to her
Screams, "Help! I think I'm grrrowing fur!"
Another shouts, "Vee look like frrreaks!
There's viskers growing on our cheeks!"
A boy who vos extremely tall
Cries out, "Vot's wrong? I'm grrrowing small!"
Four tiny legs begin to sprrrout
From everybody rrround about.
And all at vunce, all in a trrrice,
There are no children! Only MICE! — Roald Dahl