Idleness is the root of all art
One of the things I can’t get my hands on is something like “Mothers’ Clubs”, where instead of reading a book and walking in nature with their babies, they sit and talk about vomit and nappies and burping with other like-minded people and get nowhere. I think it bothers me a little in the women’s area.
When I was a child, ladies and gentlemen, I was a dreamer. I read comic books and I was the hero of the comic book. I saw movies and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I ever dreamed has come true a hundred times…I learned very early in life that: ‘Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain’t got a friend; without a song, the road would never bend – without a song.’ So I keep singing a song. Goodnight. Thank you.
His shiny ice flashes like the sword of Athens in the setting French evening sun.
Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.
These are two humans who, by technology and science, have created ways that can fight crime and get rid of bad people. However, In that contest, my money’s on Iron Man because he invented everything that he uses. Batman, however, has engineers.
I hate all those weathermen who tell you that rain is bad weather. There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing, so get yourself a sexy raincoat and live a little.
When you tear out a man’s tongue, you are not proving, him a liar: you’re only telling the world that you fear what he might say.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
I need ammunition, not a ride.
Too much learning can crack even the freshest!
There is always a bigger fish.
We are not all in the same boat. We are all in the same storm.
How many cars do I have? Do I also have to count the Volvos?
When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.
If the heroes run and hide, who will stay and fight?
The ability to speak does not make you intelligent.
In a rich man’s house, there is no place to spit in his face.
I am a bourgeois, but I am not a Left-woman. I was born a bourgeois, and I have always tried not to stand on a pedestal and say that I am a worker. That would be false talk. Nor during the many years when the red hirelings were around and held their noses at the thought of “Matador” and everything else I did. I’m not a peasant either. I was born a bourgeois, but that is why I can criticise the bourgeoisie and their shabby schemes, which I can easily see through.
Life is not about waiting for the storm to subside. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, itøs probably crap.
An amazing breathlessness arises because we fill our lives with emptiness and Facebook. In a discussion about the empty calories of Facebook, someone close to me said with great seriousness: “I have 190 friends on Facebook.” Then I replied: “Yes, but hardly one of them will pick up your coffin the day you leave here.” Why not use the time for some fewer and real friends in the real world.
If someone says it’s raining and another person says it’s dry, it’s not your job to quote them both. Your job is to look out the fucking window and find out which is true.
If the penalty for a crime is a fine, then that law only exists for the lower class.
Life is like a game of chess. I don’t know how to play chess.