Quotes About Mischief

I still like to make crank calls.

For nobody is curious, who isn't malevolent.

The trickster's function is to break taboos, create mischief, stir things up. In the end, the trickster gives people what they really want, some sort of freedom.

I was a mischievous child. I was also on the tall side.

And you're going to do that all by yourself?" "If I pray real hard, I'm sure I can get the baby Jesus to watch over me." "You just blew up a church," says Candy. "Okay. The Devil then." "That's more like it.

I came back and the place was broken into. I think by a guy named Parker. He's another magician. Some magic things were missing." "What kind of things?" "A guy. Part of a guy, really.

With a coterie of unpleasant residents doing mischief with travelers." "What's a coterie?" "A somewhat large group." "How large?" "Some say an army," said Ipos. "But a minor one." "Why didn't you say so? It sounds completely reasonable." "Good." "No, it doesn't. I was being sarcastic." Merihim frowned.

I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school?

Can't you ever get off for good behavior?" he joked. "Sure," I called over my shoulder. "If I was ever good.

Of course, some might consider any get-together with Rose Hathaway and Lissa Dragomir a wild time.

A rowdy little girl who gave way upon the slightest provocation to uncontrollable laughter.

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Matilda said nothing. She simply sat there admiring the wonderful effect of her own handiwork. Mr Wormwood's fine crop of black hair was now a dirty silver, the colour this time of a tightrope-walker's tights that had not been washed for the entire circus season.

Hey, look at all those cheeky birds still up there on the roof! Let's

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A witch, you must understand, does not knock children on the head or stick knives into them or shoot at them with a pistol. People who do those things get caught by the police. A witch never gets caught. Don't forget that she has magic in her fingers and devilry dancing in her blood. She can make stones jump about like frogs and she can make tongues of flame go flickering across the surface of the water. These magic powers are very frightening.

I was just pulling your leg and it came off in my hand.

I hope he's just a scoundrel . . . because a saint can stir up ten times as much mischief as a scoundrel.

For the lead player, a psalm; for David, a song. 1 To You silence is praise, God, in Zion, 2 and to You a vow will be paid. O, Listener to prayer, 3 unto You all flesh shall come. My deeds of mischief are too much for me. 4 Our crimes but You atone.

Rats They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles. Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.

Spring is the mischief in me

The motor-car went Poop-poop-poop, As it raced along the road. Who was it steered it into a pond? Ingenious Mr. Toad!