Quotes About Satire

Andrew Lloyd Webber's version of the Kool-Aid jingle is at once chilling and evocative. Donny Osmond is brilliant as James Jones.

Let's high stick that moose in the fun bags.

thou wretched pillar of syphilitic pheasant-fuck!

What a bawdy bitch is fate when the best bit of a bloke's day is a brace of bloody mermaid murders.

Blessed are the dumbfucks

so here, in not too many pages, someone is going to dispatch the miserable son of a bitch with a shovel. That's the spirit of Christmas yet to come in these parts. Ho, ho, ho.

his consonants run together like anal beads strung from hell's own bunghole.

Nobody's perfect…. Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him. ANONYMOUS

Look, you mad tart, I have a covenant with God, which is: I don't mention that he has stocked the world full of villains, walleys, and madwomen, and in return he keeps his bloody hands off my willy.

the other three trumpeters having recently succumbed to herpes.

Nobody's perfect. Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him...." ? Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal

Die Behauptung, daß Effrom nicht besonders gut kochen konnte, war eine Untertreibung von ähnlichem Kaliber wie die Feststellung, daß es sich bei Völkermord um eine nicht besonders erfolgversprechende PR-Strategie handele.

When too much is too much or too bad is too bad, we laugh as if it was too good.

For the male who dominates and writes, or by writing dominates, the woman has always been portrayed with hostility from the earliest times. Let us not be deceived by angelic descriptions of women. On the contrary, precisely because great literature is dominated by sweet, gentle creatures, the world of satire—which is that of the popular imagination—continually demonizes the woman, from antiquity, through the Middle Ages, and up to modern times.

For such is the fate of parody: it must never fear exaggerating. If it strikes home, it will only prefigure something that others will then do without a smile--and without a blush--in steadfast virile seriousness.

Do not expect too much of the end of the world. —StanisÅ'aw J. Lec, Aforyzmy. Fraszki, Kraków, Wydawnictwo Literackie, 1977, "MyÅ›li nieuczesane

With irony we say the opposite of truth.

Though no one recognized his strength, Anand was among the strong. His satirical sense kept him aloof. At first this was only a pose, and imitation of his father. But satire led to contempt, and at Shorthills contempt, quick, deep, inclusive, became part of his nature. It led to inadequacies, to self-awareness and a lasting loneliness. But it made him unassailable.

Everything can be parodied, even parody.

I know. I know. Britney Spears is the Antichrist. Got it.

Der Satiriker ist ein gekränkter Idealist: er will die Welt gut haben, sie ist schlecht, und nun rennt er gegen das Schlechte hin.

The last thing I ever wanted was to be alive when the three most powerful people on the whole planet would be named Bush, Dick and Colon.

The best jokes are dangerous, and dangerous because they are in some way truthful.

Madmen and fools see everything through the medium of humor.