Quotes About Wastebasket

It is very easy to claim a theory of everything if you get to decide what that everything is. It is very easy to explain everything on the table if you have put everything you cannot explain underneath it in the wastebasket.

When the typewriter stops in a New York office everybody's embarrassed; men start to quarrel or to make love to the stenographer or drop lighted cigarettes in the wastebasket.

A dozen or so miles out, Churchill abruptly asked, "Where is Nelson?" Meaning, of course, the cat. Nelson was not in the car; nor did he appear to be in any of the other vehicles. Churchill ordered his driver to turn around and go back to No. 10. There, a secretary cornered the terrified cat and trapped him under a wastebasket. With Nelson safely aboard, the cars resumed their journey. —

Why are we quarreling about a tie? flashed through her mind; at the same time, as if propelled by a force outside of herself, she tore it from his hand and flung it furiously into the wastebasket.

Dear Bea— I've been wading through a pile of Due before 3 mimeos—but now at last I know what to do with them: into the wastebasket! I'm also hep to the jargon. I know that illustrative material means magazine covers, enriched curriculum means teaching who and whom, and that All evaluation of students should be predicated upon initial goals and grade level expectations means if a kid shows up, pass him. Right?

Sure, a surgeon can stand to look at a mutilated body, Crawford said, crumpling his cup and stepping on the pedal of the covered wastebasket. But I don't think a doctor can stand to see a life wasted.

I mean, you can pretend up to a certain point that the world has infinite resources and that it's an infinite wastebasket-but at some point you're going to run into the reality, which is that that isn't true.

Elvis! Min shoved herself off the couch to shoo him away. Stay away from there. There's broken glass. He did that on purpose, David said, outraged. Yes, David, the cat is plotting against you. Min fished the base out of the water and glass shards and put it on the table. Then she went to get her wastebasket and began to put the glass pieces in it.

The customer glared. Then she threw the bonnet at Sophie and stormed out of the shop. Sophie carefully crammed the bonnet into the wastebasket, panting rather. The rule was: Lose your temper, lose a customer. She had just proved that rule. It troubled her to realise how very enjoyable it had been.