Quotes About Humor

Laughter. An essential ingredient for survival. And we laughed a lot.

Risos. Ingrediente essencial da sobrevivência. E nós ríamos muito.

I would later make large detailed drawings of these humorously humiliating moments for Robert. He delighted in them, seeming to appreciate all the qualities that repelled or alienated me from others. Through this visual dialogue my youthful memories became his. I

A few hours later, she was back. As she slipped off her slingback heels and rubbed her ankles, she said, "Boy, when he says, 'Come up and see my etchings,' he means 'Come up and see my etchings.

Is it bad when you refer to all alcohol as "Pain Go Bye-Bye Juice"?

I joke around a lot about the manic times because they're funny. We manics do outrageous things and it is part of our colorful nature.

Mark Twain made black people look like buffoons," [says Michael]. Mort doesn't look up. He doesn't know what we're talking about, but that doesn't stop him from joining the conversation. "Michael," says Mort, "Mark Twain made everybody look like buffoons. He was an equal opportunity buffoon maker.

Do either one of you know how to turn this thing on?" I join him and punch a couple buttons on the [printer's] front panel, but nothing happens. "We are pitiful," he says. Elena walks past us, reaches a hand behind the copier, and pushes a switch. The machine begins to hum and glow. "Speak for yourself.

And that's finally all anyone wants out of a book- to be amused

because he was a man who had suffered but because he was a man who had suffered and could still crack jokes.

For the fact is that it takes a great deal of self-confidence for a person to poke fun at himself, and a person with that kind of self-confidence is rarely a fool or a bungler.

Mr. Blank's old friend is acting up again, and because our hero is no longer wearing the cotton trousers and underpants and is quite naked under the pajama bottoms, there is no barrier to prevent Mr. Bigshot from bounding out through the slit and poking his head into the light of day.

I'm nervous. Don't be nervous, Archie. I'm about to shit in my pants. Don't do that either.

A good sense of humor, then, a taste for the ironies of life, and an appreciation of the absurd.

for her laugh wasn't the squealing, out-of-control noise of a child, he noted, but a succession of gut-deep, resonant guffaws—merry yaps, to be sure, but at the same time thoughtful, as if she understood why she was laughing, which made her laugh an intelligent laugh, a laugh that laughed at itself even as it laughed at what it was laughing at.

Your daddy doesn't know his assonance from his elegy! And he calls himself a poet.

I fuck like an overturned guppy.

Strictly dickly Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Austerus verpa.

instead of simply saying, "A rabbi, a priest, and a black guy walk into a bar," he'd say, "The subjects of this joke are three males, two of whom are clergymen, one of the Jewish faith, the other an ordained Catholic minister. The religion of the African-American respondent is undetermined, as is his educational level. The setting for the joke is a licensed establishment where alcohol is served. No, wait. It's a plane.

It's funny I want to write a poem.

I'd rather kiss a mad cow on the muzzle than a smoker on the mouth.

If anyone asked why we decided to start a family when we did, I said, 'Most couples get kittens for their kids to play with; we decided to get a baby for our cats to play with.' That wasn't true, of course, but it was good for a laugh.

All That You Can't Leave Behind and How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb are both really mad long titles. As I've just said them, I've just realised how ridiculous the titles are.

Fear is a funny thing. If that's true, why aren't I laughing?