Quotes About Humor

Naisissa tapaa usein huumoria, mutta ei koskaan ironiaa. Puhdas naisellinen luonto pitää ironiaa jonkinlaisena julmuutena.

Umorul are un scepticism mult mai profund decât ironia, fiindc? în sfera lui accentul cade asupra p?catului, nu asupra finitudinii. Nu-ÅŸi g?seÅŸte liniÅŸtea doar f?cându-l pe om s? fie om, ci f?cându-l pe om s? fie Dumnezeu-om.

A moment later, Schrift reappeared in a striking pair of undershorts, with vertical stripes like French wallpaper. "Now, for openers," he began, extracting the trees from a pair of suède chukker boots, "did you read this new best seller Valuta, by Waldemar Knobnose!" "Only the first eighteen pages," I admitted. "The woman whose copy it was got off the bus at Altman's.

Lox vobiscum, and give my regards to Broadway." His

I like you, Mike. I just wanted to know about you." He grinned and finished building the fire. "OK, point taken, and I like you too, Juney. It was an RPG." "Role-playing game?" she asked, bewildered, and saw him laugh aloud, his head thrown back—for the first time since they met, she realized. "Rocket Propelled Grenade," he said.

Lucy: I don't understand men. Nettie: What is there to understand? If you feed 'em regular-like and give 'em a bit of 'sugar' now and then, they're easy enough. And if they don't behave, you just toss 'em out on their arses. That's what I always say.

I suppose if you were inclined to misbehave, you wouldn't exactly tell me the truth anyway. Darling, you have a brother fond of holding a gun on me, a sister who can shoot anything that moves, two other brothers who've repeatedly threatened to thrash me, and a grandmother who buys off constables. Do you really think I'm fool enough to antagonize them by committing adultery? It was hard not to smile at that. An excellent point. I think so.

If Woody Allen were a Muslim, he'd be dead by now.

the new Filipino President's name had become a saucy joke: 'Corazon, aqui, no?' That is: 'Darling, let's do it here, eh?' Or, if the words were stressed differently: 'Corazon, aqui? — No!'

Dixitque Deus: fiat lux. Et facta est lux. Translated by himself into his personal Bombay "Wulgate": And God said, Cheap Italian motor car, beauty soap of the film star. And there was Lux. Please, Daddy, why did God want a small Fiat and a bar of soap, and also please, why did he get the soap only? Why couldn't he make the car? And why not a better car, Daddy? He could've asked for a Jesus Chrysler, no?

But it was Genesis that got him, the Vulgate that was his namesake Saint Jerome's work. Genesis, especially chapter one, verse three. Dixitque Deus: fiat lux. Et facta est lux. Translated by himself into his personal Bombay "Wulgate": And God said, Cheap Italian motor car, beauty soap of the film star. And there was Lux. Please, Daddy, why did God want a small Fiat and a bar of soap, and also please, why did he get the soap only? Why couldn't he make the car?

Ahmed Sinai never forgave his son for breaking his toe. Even after the splint was removed, a tiny limp remained. My father leaned over my crib and said, "So, my son: you're starting as you mean to go on. Already you've started bashing your poor old father!" In my opinion, this was only half a joke.

Ask me how I can afford it." Riya fell into the trap and asked. "Oh, I'm now a transbillionaire," came the reply. "I identify as rich and so consequently I am.

I'm the Ted Bundy of string theory.

Men are very confident people. Even a sixty-year-old man with no arms thinks he could play in the Super Bowl if he had to.

Old age is when you resent the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated because there are fewer articles to read.

Love, you mock us for your sport.

No hot guys should be allowed to have an English accent and drive a motorcycle. Not to mention wear the leather jacket or sport the cool shades. Hot guys should be forced into footie pajamas.

Whitney Houston rear-ended a city bus with her sports car, but no one was hurt. She said she didn't know what happened. One minute she was concentrating on the big white line, and the next, boom!

It may be that all games are silly. But then, so are humans.

I don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra.

I'd like to thank everyone who voted for me. And the one guy who didn't vote for me, thank you, too.

In wondrous ways do the gods make sport with men. [Lat., Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus.]

The person who proclaimed me Best Dressed Man never saw me in my sport outfit.