Quotes About Whimsical

Whenever he looks at me with those big brown eyes, I feel like giving him a nut," she said. She even started calling the squirrels running around in the park Mr. Whitmans.

Qua nesquik mosquitos.

Tink's Panties!

Jamie sings like a squirrel.

He loves to eat - he puts mayonnaise on an aspirin.

I look just like the girl next door ... if you happen to live next door to an amusement park.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat.

'twas bryllig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths out grabe.

Yeah, we could strap a small car to Lassiter's back and make him run around by the pool—

We need people who are open to doing something with theme, something with a cartoonish twist.

When there's snow on the ground, I like to pretend I'm walking on clouds.

I want to be Willy Wonka. He has a really fun spirited side but also a dark, justice-giver side.

The perfect lover is one who turns into a pizza at 4:00 A.M.

Will no man ever do something without a why, just like that, for the hell of it?

I smile to myself. I have a secret: I wish I was Dumbo the Octopus.

The temper of the multitude is fickle

I think I am naturally attracted to things that are a little bit out of this world.

Ada skipped lightly over the seven little chimney post in her elegant black tightrope-walking slippers.

Not until she stood at her sink, splashing cold water on her face, did she remember her little hippo. What the hell was that about? When did her unconscious get so fucking whimsical? And what fine truth was he going to tell her?

Christopher Moore

I suggest starting with a cat; they have unusual personalities.

He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou, and whatever it was, it was as sweet as a patch of sun on a glossy floor and, like a cat, she just wanted to curl up in it.

She thought Zuzana's tininess was perfect, like a fairy you found in the woods and wanted to put in your pocket. Though in Zuzana's case the fairy was likely to be rabid, and bite.

One minute you're munching on a faerie plum the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not,' he added hastily, 'that this has ever happened to me.