Quotes of: Library-book Keyword

On a clear day I can see NYC. I just have to turn on the TV.

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It’s possible that I couldn’t handle the truth, but I sure wouldn’t mind fondling it to find out.

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Water is like love, but love is not like water. No, because if it were, I’d be the camel of love.

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Obviousism—I would give you a definition, but the definition would only be an example of the word.

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Mosquito snobs sit on STOP signs trying to get out all the red.

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I’ll leave the door cracked, because cracked is better than broken.

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Like a 9-5 business at 4:59 pm, her legs were open.

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What’s furry, has four legs, and meows? My dinner, before I killed and cooked it.

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I’d like touch screens better if they were furry, like cats.

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I wear brown shirts to protect against the combination of coffee and clumsiness. 

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I’m going to Australia. But first I’ve got to put on my swimming suit and stretch.

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I want to get married, but first I’ll have to get a divorce.

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A woman in a box—a great gift for the husband who has everything.

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I have failed, and I should bury my failure. I need a trowel (it was a small failure).

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Forget food for thought. Give me food for my belly.

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I love giving love. The more I give, the more I have to give.

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I put the “now” in knowledge. Well, I will put it there, probably tomorrow or tomorrow’s tomorrow. 

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Scars are proof man isn’t perfect, though constantly getting closer.

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I was so focused on my mistake that I made another mistake during the correction of the initial mistake.

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Love is a peaceful feeling, like a flower hugging a butterfly.

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I notice when you’re gone. Or do I? How can I observe something that isn’t there?

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