Quotes About Incongruity

like a woman in a ball gown sitting at a bus stop.

There is but a step from the sublime to the ridiculous.

You make as good a fisherman as a goat's arse makes a trumpet.

I like to be the right thing in the wrong place and the wrong thing in the right place. Being the right thing in the wrong place and the wrong thing in the right place is worth it because something interesting always happens.

She looks wonderful, but she doesn't look right.

It made no sense—how can fire burn underwater?

was as if Pee-wee Herman had opened his mouth to speak and James Earl Jones's voice had come out.

Strike felt abnormally huge and hairy; a woolly mammoth attempting to blend in among capuchin monkeys.

Ice and iron cannot be welded.

Credo quia absurdum – I believe because it is absurd.

Have you seen a blowfish driving a sports car?

Grace is the absence of everything that indicates pain or difficulty, hesitation or incongruity.

Passa tudo isso, e nada de tudo isso me diz nada, tudo é alheio ao meu destino, alheio, até, ao destino próprio — inconsciência, carambas ao despropósito quando o acaso deita pedras, ecos de vozes incógnitas — salada coletiva da vida.

Did you ever feel as if the whole world was a tuxedo, and you were a pair of brown shoes?

The term 'personal ambition' immediately puts me off. It feels like finding a sliver of onion in my ice cream. There's nothing wrong with a sliver of onion, but I don't want it in my ice cream.

I am something incorrect: a hair in the cottage cheese. Something uncouth: a fart in the elevator.

up. It hit somewhere between the eighteenth and twentieth story. And never came down. There was no nineteenth story.

Of what good is an armchair of velvet when the rest of the environment does not match? It is like a man going around naked and wearing a three-cornered hat.

Christmas was almost three months in the rearview mirror, and there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.

there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.

Todas las calaveras tienen una cara de risa que no viene a cuento

Si no fueran unos sanguinarios hijos de puta, serían para cagarse de la risa.

I have a fine sense of the ridiculous, but no sense of humor.

I'm sure it was real but it resembled one of those cheap wigs worn by department-store mannequins, jet black and as glossy as nylon. It didn't seem to belong to her head.