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When I caught up, I grabbed Jack’s arm. “What are you doing here?” “Hiding! That’s how you play the game, right? I thought the title hide-and-seek was fairly self-explanatory. Then again, you are blond.” “So are you, idiot. Again, what are you doing here? ↗

— Kiersten White

#humor

I can't forget things, or ignore them-bad things that happen," I said. "I'm a lay-it-all-out person, a dwell-on-it person, an obsess-about-it person. If I hold things in and try to forget or pretend, I become a madman and have panic attacks. I have to talk. ↗

— E. Lockhart

#girls #humor #humorous #humour #humor

I'm not holding you against your will; I'm holding you against your car. ↗

— Linda Howard

#humor

At the end of a miserable day, instead of grieving my virtual nothing, I can always look at my loaded wastepaper basket and tell myself that if I failed, at least I took a few trees down with me. ↗

— David Sedaris

#technology #typewriters #humor

I like talking to a brick wall- it's the only thing in the world that never contradicts me! ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#obdurate #humor

Want to have a short phone call with someone? Call them at 11:55 a.m., right before lunch. They'll talk fast. You may think you are interesting, but you are not more interesting than lunch. ↗

— Randy Pausch

#time #humor

I’m so tired... I was up all night trying to round off infinity. ↗

— Steven Wright

#infinity #humor

Clary: What are you doing here, anyway? Jace: 'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking whether it's all just a cosmic coincidence or there's a greater metaethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean, simple ontological reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but- Clary: I'm going to bed. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #clary-morgenstern #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #age

How can you protect yourself by carrying a sword if you don’t know how to use it?’ Not me, sir. Other people. They see the sword and don’t attack me,’ said Maladict patiently. Yes, but if they did, lad, you wouldn’t be any good with it,’ said the sergeant. No, sir. I’d probably settle for just ripping their heads off, sir. That’s what I mean by protection, sir. Theirs, not mine. And I’d get hell from the League if I did that, sir. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#self-defense #humor

Zoo-Wee Mama! ↗

— Jeff Kinney

#humor #person #stick #humor