Quotes About Explosion

People like Aaron act all nice until suddenly they explode and banish some annoying geezer into the void.

Here comes Mamma Vauquerr, fair as a starrr; and strung up like a bunch of carrots. Aren't we suffocating ourselves a wee bit?' he asked, placing a hand on the top of her corset. 'A bit of a crush in the vestibule, here, Mamma! If we start crying, there'll be an explosion. Never mind, I'll be there to collect the bits--just like an antiquary.' 'Now, there's the language of true French gallantry,' murmured Madame Vauquer in an aside to Madame Couture.

We pop em like Orville Redenbacher.

The real issue, in a democracy, is whether the citizens had such an opportunity. They did not. Until deregulation, and the explosion of free speech thanks to courageous talk-show hosts such as myself, "the Godzilla of Talk Radio," nobody even knew about it.

Your anger is like the bubbles in a can of soda. The more you're shaken, the more you want to let it out. The longer you keep it in though, the greater the size of the eventual explosion - and the flatter the drink at the end.

When a ball is struck with more velocity and at the right angle to create the most distance, you end up with a bomb.

Sixty trillion years ago a god-scientist dug a hole through the earth, filled it with dynamite and blew the earth in two. The smaller of these two pieces became the moon.

I'd never seen a creature with so many freckles before. A Big Bang had occurred, originating at the bridge of her nose, and the force of this explosion had sent galaxies of freckles hurtling and drifting to every end of her curved, warm-blooded universe.

Part of my interest was zoological. I's never seen a creature with so many freckles before. A Big Bang had occurred, originating at the bridge of her nose, and the force of this explosion had sent galaxies hurtling and drifting every end of her curved, warm-blooded universe. There were clusters of freckles on her forearms and wrists, an entire Milky Way spreading across her forehead, even a few sputtering quasars flung into the wormholes of her ears.

I swallowed a hand grenade that never stops exploding.

We live in a silent explosion, Everything is flying away from everything else... flying away... flying away...

The greatest danger of bombs is in the explosion of stupidity that they provoke.

with one image he would make that beauty explode into me.

We live in an age where anonymity is growing in magnitude like a bomb going off.

Let's face it, space is a risky business. I always considered every launch a barely controlled explosion.

By far my most perilous assignment was covering a tank car explosion.

Eliezer Yudkowsky, one of the founders of The Singularity Institute for Artificial Intelligence, believes that singularity will lead to an "intelligence explosion" as super-intelligent machines design even more intelligent machines, with each generation repeating this process.

It's so heartbreaking, violence, when it's in a house-like seeing the clothes in a tree after an explosion. You may be prepared to see death but not the clothes in the tree.

In the terrorist case, the inequivalence can be shown by proving the compatibility within the system of the following two propositions: (a) Yesterday it was possible for there to be an explosion. (b) It is not possible today that there was an explosion yesterday

Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.

this light was something else again. It buzzed and held you in its heat, it was thick, alive with pollen and insects and birds, and because nothing higher than one story interrupted its path, it gave all its gifts at once, blessing everything equally, an explosion of simultaneous illumination. "What

A hotel is like a prison, he thought. The rooms are cells holding secrets and passions. Then something happens, the smallest thing, and the doors fly open. The explosion goes off. Panic. And fragments of truth.

It was the day my grandmother exploded.

she tried instead to summon up the sixteen-o'clock dream. Something flying. Dashing, darting, weaving between the concrete behemoths of the arcologies and co-habs … she closed her eyes, tried to persuade her imagination into creating a flying something that might complete her fragment of a dream. And the window wall of her thirty-third-level apartment exploded.