I’m a huge lover of quotes, always tickled to repeat them like a passionate parrot.
And it’s not just the famous who coin them. I hear locals repeat pithy phrases all the time.
Take Frank, my super, whenever I say, I didn’t forget I owe you money, one of my own silly tags who, without missing a beat says, don’t worry…I know where ya live.
A former friend of mine, gleaned from his aunt would say…that’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it.
Speaking of aunts, my mother’s eldest sister, Tillie, loved saying…tough toenails to you there Missy and the horse you rode in on.
And Ed quotes a Hungarian he worked with whenever we speak of those whining about money when they’re flush to the gills…yah, he complains with a loaf unda’ each om’.
How I love that.
And yes, we have the Kennedys, John who liked to say, let’s grab our balls and go, while Bobby chanted, kick’em in the balls Jack, kick’em in the balls. They were just a balls kinda’ family I guess, in more ways than one.
And James Garfield, our 20th president, his humor in play said—man cannot live by bread alone, he must have peanut butter.
Kurt Vonnegut, one of my heroes wrote, welcome to the monkey house, something I say often to describe my life, and my all time favorite—and so it goes.
Walt Whitman—be curious, not judgmental.
Hunter S. Thompson—ho ho.
Anne Lamott packing wisdom like a prophet declares, hope begins in the dark, while Indira Gandhi learning from her dad preached, you can’t shake hands with a clenched fist.
I forget who said, age doesn’t matter unless you’re a cheese, but I’m ordering T-shirts.
Then there’s Rodney Dangerfield chirping…I haven’t spoken to my wife in years, because I don’t want to interrupt her.
Yes, I’m a huge lover of quotes…
and so it goes.