Spit Quotations | Page 2

No novelists any good except me. Sovietski -- yah! Nastikoff -- bah! I spit me of zem all. No novelists anywhere any good except me. P. G. Wodehouse and Tolstoi not bad. Not good, but not bad. No novelists any good except me.

There were times, I'm sure you knew, when I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out.

I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on.

World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and feel The drunkenness of things being various.

Give me a dollar or I'll spit on you.

In show business, you get chewed up and spit out.

Graphic design is the spit and polish but not the shoe.

He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.

Swallow my words. Taste my thoughts. And if it's too nasty, spit it back at me!.

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened.

The Jew is contrary to our being. ... He desecrated our people, spit on our ideals, paralyzed the strength of the nation, made our customs rotten, and polluted the morale.

Don’t spit down my back and tell me it’s raining.

It's not fashionable but I like to spit out of the window of a moving train.

My mum used to say to me, 'Spit on yer 'ands and take a fresh 'old.' Keep going even if you have setbacks.

I'm so happy, I can hardly spit.

Everything an artist spits is art.

anyway. Leo said, I hope you've got your worksheet, 'cause I used mine for spit wads days ago. Why are you looking at me like that? Somebody draw on my face again?

The music industry is a vicious business. It chews women up and spits them out.

He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself.

By the end of the 1950s, American cars were so reliable that their reliability went without saying even in car ads. Thousands of them bear testimony to this today, still running on the roads of Cuba though fueled with nationalized Venezuelan gasoline and maintained with spit and haywire.

Put an Irishman on the spit and you can always get another Irishman to turn him.

If I spit, they will take my spit and frame it as great art.

I spit upon luxurious pleasures, not for their own sake, but because of the inconveniences that follow them.

You don’t marry for love. What does love got to do with marriage? I spit on love and marriage. You marry for money.

I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me