Quotes About Humor

Oh for God's sake,' Heather said, 'I wish you two would just go out, fail miserably as a couple, and get it over with.

You know, I told him,if you don't know how to eat a cupcake, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Now he did smile. I know how to eat a cupcake. Sure you do. I do, he said. I just don't want one of those. Yeah? Prove it.

I bet you can't eat ten bananas! I bet you're right.

Don't you give me no rotten tomato, Dexter sang, just 'cause to your crazy shit I cannot relate-o.

Well, I said finally, knowing he was waiting, you make me laugh. He nodded. And? You're pretty good-looking. Pretty good-looking? I called you beautiful. You want to be beautiful? I asked him. Are you saying I'm not?

Okay, I said, what's your biggest fear? As always, he took a second to think about the answer. Clowns, he said. Clowns. Yup. I just looked at him. What? he said, glancing over at me. That is not a real answer, I told him. Says who? Says me. I meant a real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence. He thought for a second. Clowns.

Nothing like being scolded by a hippie.

Hey, think fast!' I just looked at Fave as he chucked the basketball at me with possibly the worst overhand throw I'd ever seen. It landed to my far right, then bounced past me, banging against my dad's truck. 'Do you have a vision problem of something?' I asked him. 'Just keeping you on your toes,' he replied

Meow,' Cat Norman said simply, parking his big butt by my foot and looking up at me. 'Meow.' 'I hate you,' I told him. He didn't even flinch.

Mayonnaise," Morgan said, "is a lot like men.

To me she said, It's this stupid gotcha thing, they've been doing it for weeks now. Leaping out at each other and us, scaring the hell out of everyone. It's a game of wits, Bert said to me. Half-wits, Kristy added.

Por qué me tocan siempre a mí las hazañas estúpidas? -Porque eres pelirrojo.

I wanted a boyfriend who was a Christian but who wasn't uptight about it, who was good-looking and intelligent and had an interesting job and a sense of humor, who said fuck when the situation warranted it, who had attempted to but been unable to finish St. Augustine's City of God, who could argue politics with my mother and talk business with my father, who liked Indian food and had nice friends and knew how to dress and would like someday to live abroad.

That was the only explanation for how good his butt looked and why he was universally known as the Man With the Golden Ass among the women in the building.

Not married. Mostly because no one has ever asked me," Leah said lightly. Izzy pulled a disbelieving face. "Are the men in Melbourne blind?" she said. "You're hot. If all doctors looked like you, my boyfriend would be at the local clinic every second day, begging for a prostate exam or something equally perverted." "Well, thanks. I think," Leah said.

We find our way to the marble kitchen, open the fancy silver fridge, and serve ourselves a heaping plate of coleslaw and chicken fingers. "Mmm," I say. Prince makes sloppy eating sounds. "Delicious," says Jonah. He smiles at Frederic. "Tastes just like frog legs." I laugh so hard I snort coleslaw out of my nose.

I got my hair soaked! This is a heart attack! The earthworms say: You should love me back!

ugly blue pants!

FEE, FI-- Magnus begins. Oh wait, I already said that, he adds.

And have a burger." "With fries, not flies," Jonah adds. I laugh.

A suspicion that lightness is not deeply serious (but instead whimsical) pervades aesthetic discourse. But what if lightness is a philosophical choice to temper reality with strangeness, to temper the intellect with emotion, and to temper emotion with humor.

Jacey's eyes hardened. She did not appreciate reality coming along and snapping her thong.

Conquered people tend to be witty.

Strict seriousness was far more dangerous than any joke.