Quotes About Satire

In America you can go on the air and kid the politicians, and the politicians can go on the air and kid the people.

Good taste is the enemy of comedy.

I've been asked to say a couple of words about my husband, Fang. How about short and cheap?

In a society... so madly in love with oxymoron's... ask yourself this... ...when was the last time you ever bought anything for free?

Pee pee, poo poo. Pee? Poo. Poo, poo.

If we can't laugh at ourselves, who can we laugh at?" I stared at her. "Other people?

Now she sorta resembled the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man dressed in Pepto-Bismol.

Life is a mighty joke that is not meant to be funny."

I once saw a snake having sex with a vulture, and I thought, It's just business as usual in Washington DC.

I want to lose weight by eating nothing but moon pies, which have significantly less gravity than earthier foods such as fruits and vegetables.

It's absolutely unfair for women to say that guys only want one thing: sex. We also want food.

I want to meet a guy named Art. I'd take him to a museum, hang him on the wall, criticize him, and leave.

Not only am I thinking about getting a nose job, but I'm also trying to get employment for the rest of my face.

Mrs Pungent McShark was a horrible soul, Her face resembled a squashed sausage roll, She was bitter and twisted, heartless and cruel, With breath that smelt worse than a septic cesspool.

Reality TV was to me the worst form of entertainment--the modern equivalent of paying sixpence to watch lunatics howling at the wall down at the local madhouse.

a politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man

A satirist is never certain whether he/she will be acclaimed or punished.

Satire is the antidote to Pollyanna and Dr. Pangloss. It focuses our gaze sharply upon the the contrast between things as they are and as they should be.

Let Sporus tremble—"What? that thing of silk,Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk?Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?"

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreetTo run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

The Wit of Cheats, the Courage of a Whore, Are what ten thousand envy and adore: All, all look up, with reverential Awe, At crimes that 'scape, or triumph o'er the Law: While Truth, Worth, Wisdom, daily they decry-` 'Nothing is sacred now but Villainy' - Epilogue to the Satires, Dialogue I

Let Sporus tremble — "What? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a Butterfly upon a Wheel?" Yet let me flap this Bug with gilded wings, This painted Child of Dirt that stinks and stings; Whose Buzz the Witty and the Fair annoys, Yet Wit ne'er tastes, and Beauty ne'er enjoys

He is the English Horace

I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me sir, whose dog are you?