Quotes About Humor

poor Yorick of infinite jest.

when you can laugh at your mistake, you know you've accepted it and no longer judge yourself on the basis of one single event. Reaching this kind of perspective is very important in avoiding future mistakes. Humor loosens up your psychology and prevents you from obsessing about the past.

voices have more data. We get tons of information (humor, attitude, nuance) you can't get from text. When in doubt, go voice.

Laughter paves the way for many things.

Laughter leads to running jokes, and running jokes lead to a shared history, and a shared history is culture.

The best teachers use entertainment as a way to fuel teaching, not simply to make their students laugh.

lately I've been feeling like I've been mellowing out a bit and at those times my wife lovely reassures me by saying, no, you're still the same uptight bastard you've always been

My middle name is Shenanigans

The loudest elderly women always had the quietest elderly husbands.

I don't expect life to make sense," he said after a few moments, "but it could certainly be pleasant if it would stop kicking us in the balls.

He said that life boils down to standing in line to get shit dropped on your head. Everyone's got a place in the queue, you can't get out of it, and just when you start to congratulate yourself on surviving your dose of shit, you discover that the line is actually circular.

You've got that motherly concern in your eyes, Jean. I must look like I'm hammered as shit," said Locke. "Actually you look like you were executed last week.

I'll wager I would have screwed things up regardless. But. . .can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming, 'Your cats! Give us all your gods-damned cats!

If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing.

Maxilan, darling." Locke raised one eyebrow and smiled. "I knew you were driven, but I had no idea you could smoulder. Come, take me now! Jean won't mind; he'll avert his eyes like a gentleman.

But you didn't die." "Clever lad, to deduce that from such slender evidence after living with me for just three years.

Congratulations! We're reverse burglars, here to give you fifty gold solari!

Jean," Locke gasped out during a brief lull between spasms of retching, "next time I conceive a plan like this, consider putting a hatchet in my skull." "Hardly efficacious." Jean swapped a full bucket for an empty one and gave Locke a friendly pat on the back. "Dulling my nice sharp blades on a skull as thick as yours...

I keep asking myself," whispered Sabetha, giving Locke's arm a squeeze, "ARE we smarter than that woman's chicken?" "At the moment, it's an open question," said Locke.

The next person who tells me something like, "Squiggle-fuck the rightwise cock-swatter with a starboard jib," is going to get a knife to the throat.

You needed a bath," Jean interrupted. "You were covered in self-pity.

Until you finally lose the strength for sarcasm, Locke, I wouldn't hire any mourners.

If your father says 'Bark like a dog,' I say 'What breed, Your Honor?

The fact Locke didn't die instantly may be taken as proof that a human male can survive having every last warm drop of blood within his body rush instantly to the vicinity of his cheeks.