Quotes About Wit

When he was still living in Bohemia and would run into people who had known him earlier, he was always surprised to find that they considered him a fairly courageous person (he thought himself cowardly), with a caustic wit (he considered himself a bore) and a kind heart (he remembered only his stinginess).

There is nothing harder to explain than humor.

The novel is born not of the theoretical spirit but of the spirit of humor.

I always love it whenever Rose delivers one of her witty one-liners—particularly when it's a completely serious situation. The contrast always amuses me, but then, I'm biased.

I love smarta**es when it's stuff I agree with.

You could have said 'Excuse me.' (Zarek) I'm not talking to you. (Astrid) Love you, too, babe. (Zarek) You really are an animal, aren't you? (Astrid) Woof, woof. (Zarek)

I'm not a comedian, but I love the comedians who know when to get off the stage.

I think I love jokes! The best jokes are equal to the best art, in my mind, and as rare.

I love goofing around, and I love breaking people's balls. I do it off camera, as well as on camera.

I love Costas. He's knows too much, but he's a good guy.

I love comedy, because I like making fun of things even though they are dramatic.

I love bawdy humor, but not dirty humor.

Mary Daheim writes with wit, wisdom, and a big heart. I love her books.

Ha," I said. "Oh, ha-ha. Yeah, 'cause they love me. You see how many vampires are up here? Zero, right?" One," said Eric, stepping out of the stairwell.

I'm a silly guy, I love wit and cynicism and sarcasm.

I don't just like sexual double entendres I love them, I stroke them, I milk them, I spank them when they're naughty.

I'm not a good lover, but at least I'm fast.

If you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything.

Nice costume, " he said. "Ditto. I can tell you put a lot of thought into yours."Amusement curled his mouth. "If you don't like it, I can take it off.

What has three heads, six arms, and half a brain? Three asked. One and Two answered in unison. Nate Sutter.

Kendra, nice to meet you, may you find less happiness than you deserve. Dale, you are as mute as your brother, and nearly as pale. Seth, please have another mishap soon. Stan, you lack the wit of an orangutan, bless your soul. Do not be strangers.

Be flirty but not too flirty. Be confident but not aggressive. Be funny but in a low-key, quiet way. Eat cheeseburgers, but don't get fat. Be chill, but don't lose control.

You know what this is? A test, that's what. That slippery, hot-blooded weasel is trying to push me as far as he can. He thinks I'm not tough enough. He wants mucho macho. He wants machetes and machine pistols and nightscopes. He wants us to dress in fatigues and crawl through minefields and bite the necks off live chickens. That's his idea of revolution. No subtlety, no wit, no goddamn style.

It was difficult to hold Broca's brain without wondering whether in some sense Broca was still in there—his wit, his skeptical mien, his abrupt gesticulations when he talked, his quiet and sentimental moments.