Lick Quotes - page 3
Scarlett, from the ashes of the war-ravaged land at Tara, remembering what she was taught by her father in happier times 'As God is my witness, as God is my witness, they're not going to lick me I'm going to live through this, and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again no, nor any of my folks If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.'
Vivien Leigh
It would please me your not being obsequious. That is a trait of marketplace people who are selling shoddy goods. I am sure to prefer endless, stupid questions to that.”
"Ob... obseek...?”
"Obsequious. Flattering with oiliness. It is not liked by me. In Yiqanuc we say: ‘Send the man with the oily tongue to go and lick the snowshoes.'
Tad Williams
You must immediately drop any preacher that gives any countenance to Nathaniel Ward. While I live I will bear the most public testimony I can to the reality of witchcraft. Your denial of this springs originally from the Deists; and simple Christians lick their spittle. I heartily set them at open defiance.
John Wesley
I'm goin', what the fuck am I bustin' my ass for, doin' HBO specials, doin' fuckin' concerts, when I could just write rap songs? How hard is this shit to do?! Here's my first rap single: "Lick Me Where I Fuck and Pee". There it is! My first rap hit! 'Lick Me Where I Fuck and Pee!" I got a hit! That's where it's at! I got another song, for men, especially for men, in general: 'You Call That A Fuck, You Lazy Bitch?' Oh! OH! This song is gonna go through the fuckin' roof, trust me! We're talkin' about a song that's gonna go through the roof! They'll call me Grammy Sammy after that fuckin' song. Wait! I got another one! I got another one! 'Who Farted in My New Car?' You can't stop me! Fuck MC Hammer, 'You Can't Touch This'- YOU CAN'T STOP ME! I'm a rap song writing machine now, look out!
Sam Kinison
Cat! who hast past thy grand climacteric?
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists-
For all the wheezy asthma-and for all
Thy tail's tip is nicked off-and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still is that fur as soft as when the lists
In youth thou enter'dst on glass bottled wall.
John Keats