quotation debate, part II

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[brightpearl]

If I asked for a cup of coffee, someone would search for the double meaning.
~Mae West

[MoJoRiSin]

If you don't believe man can materialize a rolex watch
from nothing
you just haven't contemplated the idea long enough...
and wouldn't it make sense in such a world
as that
that some birds would adapt to climate change and nest earlier
if the caterpillars arrived earlier ?
Wake up and smell the coffee !!
~anonymous psychic

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[MoJoRiSin]

"it ain't too bad the way you're using me"
~bill withers

[MoJoRiSin]

"Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.

If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit."

[Stephi_B]

As far as I'm concerned, being any gender is a drag.

Patti Smith

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heaven loves ya
the clouds part for ya
nothing stands in your way
when you're a boy clothes always fit ya
life is a pop of the cherry
when you're a boy

-db

[brightpearl]

I didn't want to be a boy, ever, but I was outraged that his height and intelligence were graces for him and gaucheries for me.

~Jane Rule

[MoJoRiSin]

size twelve boots
a great ruler

[YsaPur EsChomuw]

How many words does you know? What is some of dem?

Sacha Baron Cohen as Ali G, to Noam Chomsky

[brightpearl]

I thought about this one:
"If we don't believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don't believe in it at all", because I wonder whether Professor Chomsky was remembering having said it during that interview ,
but this one is just so damned perfect --->


Colorless GREEN IDEAS sleep furiously.
~Noam Chomsky

[MoJoRiSin]

"Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and
meadows ...."
Charles Dickens, Bleak House, 1853.

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the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
the yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
and seeing that it was a soft october night,
curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

- t.s. eliot

[brightpearl]

Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
'You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!'

TSE