Quotes About Contrast

What is the difference between astroturf and grass? I don't know, I never smoked astroturf.

I am a sundial, and I make a botch Of what is done much better by a watch.

A man who wishes to better himself is opposite a man who is better.

I just don't fit in. It seems like everyone else is sitting on the FM radio, knowing exactly what they want. Meanwhile, I'm the lost one, searching on the AM radio for something that'll never be found.

Death is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down. The difference between sex and death is that with death you can do it alone and no one is going to make fun of you.

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing

We live in a strange world where the poor walk miles to get food, and the rich walk miles to digest food.

Our Garrick's a salad; for in him we see, Oil, vinegar, sugar and saltiness agree

The black dog gets the food; the white dog gets the blame

What is food to one, is to others bitter poison.

I might be odd amongst them like a gold tooth,but like a gold tooth, I shine most.

My school days were the happiest days of my life; which should give you some indication of the misery I've endured over the past twenty-five years.

Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.

I see L.A. as a beautiful blonde with dirty underwear.

Unlike their southern counterparts, northern minstrels emphasized a love of longing rather than fulfillment.

In a world of Communist drabness and deprivation, I lived in luxury. I never washed my own clothes. I never ironed. I never cooked. I never even had to clean my room. Everything was done for me. All that was asked of me was to study and be the best.

Tractors and boobs. There you have it.

Ukraina: he sighs, breathing in the remembered scent of mown hay and cherry blossom. But I catch the distinct synthetic whiff of New Russia. Her

osea, resumiendo, estoy jodido y radiante

Cada cuerpo tiene su armonía y su desarmonía. En algunos casos la suma de armonías puede ser casi empalagosa. En otros el conjunto de desarmonías produce algo mejor que la belleza.

Si en el goce hasta el triste desconfía en el escalón de la tristeza no hay tristeza mayor que la alegría.

Pero el tiempo corre y la vuelve a ella cada día más apetecible, más madura, más fresca, más mujer, y en cambio a mi me amenaza cada día con volverme más achacoso, más gastado, menos valiente, menos vital.

Todos sus Más se corresponden con mis Menos. Todos sus Menos se corresponden con mis Más.

El odio sería para mí una salvación y a veces lo echo de menos como a un antípoda de la felicidad.