Quotes About Slob

You think you're hard-boiled but you're just a big slob that argues himself into a jam for the first tramp he finds in trouble.

I profoundly believe it takes a lot of practice to become a moral slob.

What if God was one of us, just a slob like one of us?

I'm a romantic slob!

I profoundly believe it takes a lot of practice to become a moral slob.

Only God gets it right the first time and only a slob says, Oh well, let it go, that's what copyeditors are for.

I was a little bit of a slob who was sort of surrounded by dirty laundry. I can trace the exact moment that I became a tidy human being, and that moment was the day my son Sam was born.

I'm a romantic slob!

I'm living with two guys. I'm living with a slob and a guy who sleeps all day.

My personal style falls between casual cool and meticulous slob. I'm most comfortable in jeans, but I love fashion.

I was completely out of clean clothes. That meant I could be a slut and sleep naked , or I could be a slob and sleep in what I was wearing. Truth is, I'm not entirely comfortable sleeping naked. I do it from time to time, but I worry that God might be watching or that my mother might find out, and I'm pretty sure they both think nice girls should wear pyjamas to bed.

I fully grant that mysterious invisible room-cleaning is in a way great, every true slob's fantasy, somebody materializing and deslobbing your room and then dematerializing—like having a mom without the guilt.

I fully grant that mysterious invisible room-cleaning is in a way great, every true slob's fantasy, somebody materializing and deslobbing your room and then dematerializing—like having a mom without the guilt. But there is also, I think, a creeping guilt here, a deep

I may actually do what I've pretended many times to have done: use my judo in self-defense. To save my—virginity? My life, she thought. But more likely he is just some poor low-class wop laboring slob with delusions of glory; he wants to go on a grand spree, spend all his money, live it up—and then go back to his monotonous existence. And he needs a girl to do it.

Walt, we need to go over a few things." This had an ominous tone to it. "There was a time when this particular lifestyle had its place, the grieving widower valiantly sallying forth through a sea of depression and cardboard. This gave way to the eccentric lawman era, but now, Walt my friend, you are just a slob." I

Yes, in theory you're definitely macho. But then you have such refined tastes in writers: Mallarmé, Huysmans. They don't exactly play to the macho base. Plus you have a weirdly feminine eye for household textiles. On the other hand, you dress like a loser. I could see you cultivating a macho slob thing, but you don't like ZZ Top, you've always preferred Nick Drake. In other words, you're a walking enigma.