Quotes About Sarcasm

Computers will understand sarcasm before Americans do.

I'll speak for myself, but there's a lot of humor to be found in sarcasm and darkness. You talk to any paramedic, they survive by developing a pretty off-kilter sense of humor.

When my sister Joan arrived, I asked if I could swap her for a rabbit. When I think what a marvellous friend she's been, I'm so glad my parents didn't take me at my word.

Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?

Nobody's interested in sweetness and light.

Some day, Archie, when I decide you are no longer worth tolerating, you will have to marry a woman of very modest mental capacity to get an appropriate audience for your wretched sarcasms.

DN: I know a certain human with his brains in his, his other end.

You guys go ahead, I'm just going to harvest his kidneys and I'll catch up.

I know you are laughing in your sleeve.

There's no possibility of being witty without a little ill-nature -- the malice of a good thing is the barb that makes it stick.

It is in the Anglo-Saxon countries that humor is used systematically. Relaxed in Canada and New Zealand, it can be barbed and provocative in Australia. In the United States, particularly, sarcasm, kidding and feigned indignation are regarded as factors that move the meeting along and help get more done in less time.

Here we are, kiddies, sitting like a bug in a rug, snugly, surrounded by a battalion of bloodsuckers who wish no more than to sip freely of my bonded, 100 proof hemoglobin. Have a drink, men, this one's really on me.

Life may be a grand folly, as you say, but it is harder to appriciate the joke when you're always the butt of it.

She said this in the same way you might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts.

That's because we keep weapons in the attic, silly boy. Do you think this is the first time monsters have attacked our family? Weapons, Frank grumbled. Right. I've never handled weapons before. Grandmother's nostrils flared. Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang? Yes, Grandmother. Good. There may be hope for you yet.

I looked down at my clothes. They were slashed to pieces and full of bullet holes, but I was fine. Not a mark on me. Nico's mouth hung open. You just . . . with a sword . . . you just— I think the river thing worked, I said. Oh gee, he said sarcastically. You think?

You both should feel honored." "Right, very honored," I said. "Always wanted to be possessed!

Her name badge read: Hello! My name is DIE, DEMIGOD SCUM!

They're not dead," I told the goat. "They both have pulses." "Oh." The goat sighed. "Well, give them a few more hours and they'll probably be dead." "What is wrong with you?" "Everything," said the goat.

Don't worry, goat boy. The milkman is dead.

You kidding? So many preservatives in these things, I'll live forever.

That's because we keep weapons int the attic, silly boy. Do you think this is the first time monsters have attacked our family? Weapons, Frank grumbled. Right. I've never handled weapons before. Grandmother's nostrils flared. Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang? Yes, Grandmother. Good. There may be hope for you yet.

Meg peered at me over the top of her glasses. "You're the dumbest god ever

Hermes tilted his head. "Percy, that almost sounded like sarcasm. You know very well the gods can't go around busting heads and ripping up mortal cities looking for our lost items. If we did that, New York would be destroyed every time Aphrodite lost her hairbrush, and believe me, that happens a lot. We need heroes for that sort of errand.