Quotes of: Comic-book Keyword

I think the most heavenly food is fluffy white clouds.

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Put your middle finger and your thumb together. And make it snappy. 

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The truth is like a nipple: the more you twist it, the more somebody is going to get hurt.

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I am a slave to your love. Well, more like indentured servant.

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I heard God in the silence. I recognized his voice precisely because it was inaudible.

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What do you call 1,000 government employees with no mouths or legs? More efficient.

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I’ll give you the key to my heart, if you promise not to make duplicates.

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If I were a superhero, I’d be Honesty Man. I’d be so transparent I’d be invisible.

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I am not who I pretend to be, even when I act like myself.

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An exercise in unknowing is not the same as not knowing or forgetting.

This is the best book I've ever written, and it still sucks

His thin accusation hung thick in the air like fog smoking a cigarette.

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Face to face marketing is like trying to dig a grave with a spoon. Kill it faster with a shovel.

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For your learning disability pleasure, I’ll be playing a song backwards.

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I’ll see a tree and be reminded of her. So I’ll have to go have sex with that tree.

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A lake is not an ocean. But my love for you is. And it’s drying up as we speak—or, rather, as we don’t speak.

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I’ve always been a pretty open person, much like a 9-5 store at 6.

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You shit sheep shapes, and I shit wolves as brown as bark. It’s all politics.

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If a policy isn’t working, don’t change the policy—change its name. That should be taught in Politics 101.

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If my initials were Y.E.S., I’d probably go around smiling all the time.

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Weeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made out of their trunks.

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I used to want to be a missionary, but I don’t believe that’d be the best position for me to be in.

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