Quotes About Satire

This is a show of the shit variety

Carl Hiaasen

His face appeared to have been massaged with an industrial cheese grater and then retouched with a glue gun.

Well, apparently, I'm trying to fix the entire human race, one flaming asshole at a time.

Love this description of minor character, Lou Zicutto: Lou was branch claims manager of the mammoth insurance company where Decker worked part-time as an investigator. Lou was a spindly little twit, maybe a hundred twenty pounds, but he had a huge florid head, which he shaved every day. As a result he looked very much like a Tootsie Pop with lips.

Maybe he should phone it all in to Andy Rooney.

the very greatest satire, I came to think -- the kind that lives forever -- ultimately grew out of a debunking attitude toward the self. To see the world mock-heroically was necessarily to engage in a sort of preliminary self-burlesque. You couldn't take yourself *that* seriously. You were part of it. All the Lilliputian preening and pomposity was, at bottom, one's own.

Baa Baa Black Sheep' makes Marx's Capital look like Mary Poppins .

The situation was rather like that of the mid-twentieth century, when the old vaudeville comedians – with their distinctive repertoire of hand-me-down material culled from many years of touring music halls – found themselves displaced by the university-educated satirists of the television age who wrote their own fresh material every week.

If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.

On the Disc, the Gods aren't so much worshipped, as they are blamed.

It is at this point that normal language gives up, and goes and has a drink.

It's going to look pretty good, then, isn't it, said War testily, the One Horseman and Three Pedestrians of the Apocalypse.

If per capita was a problem, decapita could be arranged

Satire is meant to ridicule power. If you are laughing at people who are hurting, it's not satire, it's bullying.

Ankh-Morpork! Pearl of cities! This is not a completely accurate description, of course — it was not round and shiny — but even its worst enemies would agree that if you had to liken Ankh-Morpork to anything, then it might as well be a piece of rubbish covered with the diseased secretions of a dying mollusc.

It was like being in a Jane Austen novel, but one with far less clothing.

This is Art holding a Mirror up to Life. That's why everything is exactly the wrong way around.

Terry Pratchett

Terry Pratchett

Well, child? Aren't you going to try to turn me into some kind of unspeakable creature? I don't think I shall bother, madam, seeing as you are making such a good job of it yourself!

Being Ymor's right-hand man was like being gently flogged to death with scented bootlaces.

His age was indeterminate. But in cynicism and general world weariness, which is a sort of carbon dating of the personality, he was about seven thousand years old.

Joshua, cynicism is the only reasonable response to the antics of humanity.