Quotes About Anecdote

me: just don't ask about his forty-three ex-boyfriends, okay? or ask him about why he's carrying around an axe. mom:... me: i'm kidding about the axe part.

Every ounce of his soul tells him this will make a good story to tell his friends—an anecdote in the biography, an incident in the life. But part of the sorrow he feels—and it is that—comes from the distance he sees between himself and the storytelling, the hole that has ripped open between the here and the there.

The man beside me, apropos of nothing, raises his hand and says that there is 'a story' that man started society because he was 'cast out of a garden because of a sin.' He doesn't attribute this anecdote, leaving it a blind item from a source we might not know. He seems nice enough but potentially dangerous.

If he thinks we're bad, he should spend more time with Lisa." "That's true," I agreed. "Lisa's the master. I left her at a Starbucks for ninety seconds last year, and when I returned the woman behind the counter was saying to her, 'My gynecologist told me that exact same thing.

my family's asshole.

All the stories I write come from someone I've met or some anecdote I've heard.

A woman escaped death when a bullet shot by her jealous husband lodged in her breast implant. And I almost lost a thumb.

She didn't know the songs, I recall being told that a friend of a friend had said after an attempt to repeat the experience.

Who brings a tale takes two away.

Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.

This Earle of Oxford, making of his low obeisance to Queen Elizabeth, happened to let a Fart, at which he was so abashed and ashamed that he went to Travell, 7 yeares. On his returne the Queen welcomed him home, and sayd, My Lord, I had forgott the Fart.

I gave that bi... a plunger, 'cause bi...es love bringing up old sh...

Indeed, according to William of Malmesbury, one of them staged something of a counter-demonstration by dropping his trousers and farting loudly in the king's general direction.

If it wasn't for pick-pockets I'd have no sex life at all.

I wish I had a funny story.

You know what they say about men with big feet...big socks.

I was once knocked out by a Mexican bantamweight - six of my pals were swinging him around by his heels at the time.

I was born by Caesarian section . . . but not so you'd notice. It's just that when I leave a house, I go out through the window.

I have a spaniel that defrocked a nun last week. He took hold of the cord. I had hold of the leash. It was like elephants holding tails. Imagine me undressing a nun, even second hand.

Beautiful credit! The foundation of modern society. Who shall say that this is not the golden age of mutual trust, of unlimited reliance upon human promises? That is a peculiar condition of society which enables a whole nation to instantly recognize point and meaning in the familiar newspaper anecdote, which puts into the mouth of a distinguished speculator in lands and mines this remark: -- ''I wasn't worth a cent two years ago, and now I owe two millions of dollars.''

If it weren't for pickpockets, I'd have no sex life at all.

The closest I ever came to a menage-a-trois was when I dated a schizophrenic.

By the term short story I mean the recital of a destiny which is represented in a single incident; by anecdote the recital of a single incident which illumines an entire destiny.

The legendary anecdote goes one stop beyond: the single incident in question conveys the meaning of life.