Quotes About Whimsical

It's like moving through a delicious fog.

Oh, my dear, how too marvelous! I've longed all my life to eat a flamingo.

Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night! Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars! Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night! from Strophe 21, Song of Myself

I've always been," he wrote, "full of whims and mischief, and as moody as ever!

I am the very child of caprice and folly.

Yesterday, here in the middle of the City, I saw a wolf turn into a Russian ex-gymnast and hand over a business card that read YOUR OWN PERSONAL TRANSHUMAN SECURITY WHORE! STERILIZED INNARDS! ACCEPTS ALL CREDIT CARDS to a large man who had trained attack cancers on his face and possessed seventy-five indentured Komodo Dragons instead of legs. And they had sex. Right in front of me. And six of the Komodo Dragons spat napalm on my new shoes.

There must be fairies; for this is a fairy tale: and how can one have a fairy tale if there are no fairies?

The perfect lover is one who turns into a pizza at 4:oo AM

You were one of the lucky ones," Dr. Fleming had told him not a fortnight ago. "But you can't see it as luck. In your view it's intolerable, your survival. You're punishing yourself because a whimsical God let you live. You think you've failed the dead, failed to protect them and keep them alive and bring them back home again. But no one could have done that, Ian. Don't you see? No one could have brought all of them through!

When someone told me that I live in a fantasyland, I nearly fell off my unicorn.

Hey, I like unicorns. Unicorns are just weaponized ponies.

Unicorns are just horny ponies.

Always jump in the puddles! Always skip alongside the flowers. Never turn down a good pillow fight.

The elf-maidens had already begun to dance, and they danced a scarf dance, with scarves woven of mist and moonshine; these have a lovely effect to those who care for that kind of thing.

I'm inhibited, isolated, haunted, unknown. However, I haven't compromised myself. And although I lie a good deal, it's mostly whimsical. I'm not living a lie, like the vindicator.

Tee hee torture!

There was an old coddle so molly, He talked in a glot that was poly, His gaws were so gew That his laps became dew, And he ate only pops that were lolly.

I stuck my tongue out at him because I was feeling exceptionally mature.

When people expect me to go right, I'll go left. I'm unpredictable.

A kitten will run then fall asleep. They're so unpredictable!

Even though my work is whimsical. I have a very serious job. I cry more than I laugh.

When I was growing up, Dr. Seuss was really my favorite. There was something about the lyrical nature and the simplicity of his work that really hit me.

The Spoonsize Boys steal the dollhouse toys while the cat by the fire is curled. Then away they floats in their eggshell boats, down the drains to their underground world.

the counters and center island were crammed with mason jars and novelty saltshakers and cookie jars in the shapes of cats, blimps, pumpkins, frogs, robots, potbellied demons, and other things.