Sunday, August 20, 2017

The Frictionary # 699

Here is another page taken from The Frictionary:

6516. Books are the way we communicate with the dead. (Neil Gaiman)

6517. Honeydew melon is the throw pillow of the fruit salad. (Jim Gaffigan)

6518. Joy is the world's rarest substance.(Christian Bobin)

6519. - Sir, the cereal is bland, unfulfilling, what should we name it?
          - Life. (Zac Felts)

6520. Too many young people believe there's no future for them when they are just without goals. (Jacques Chirac)

6521. My poems
have not eaten poems -
they devour
exciting happenings,
feed on rough weather,
and dig their food
out of earth and men. (Pablo Neruda)

6522. "Aria" is Italian for "song that will not end in your lifetime". (Dave Barry)

6523. Public opinion is the whore among opinions. (Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach)

6524. Opera singers (operators?) sing very loud so people won't fall asleep. (Réjean Lévesque)

6525. Love can neither be bought or sold, its only price is love. (Proverb)

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