“Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows. As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.” NeedsWellsLooksRunningDesireHouseSpaceLaughingDoorsSkyColdInvolvedFitJokesWindowBlowHeatNerves Author:Aimee Bender
“I had a lot of bad jobs but the one big internship I had is I interned for 'SNL' when I was 21 years old and that was the joke. You intern there and you think man, I'm going to be with the writers and the great comedians. Then you're getting everybody sandwiches and then the doors close and then all the great creatives are doing the work.” ThinkingMenYearsBigsJobsDoorsJokesComedianSandwichesSnlBad JobsInternships Author:Jake M. Johnson
“A great door opened by God for work, but while I'm doing the work, all Hell breaks loose. Oh! The idea that when God opens a door and He's with you, you don't have to fight. Oh, what a joke. That is a joke. In fact, if you don't feel the devil fighting against you, that's a bad sign.” IfsFeelsIdeasFactsFightingBreakHellDoorsJokesDevil Author:Jim Cymbala
“Every year on my birthday I get a small dash on my inner thigh where my balls currently hang. You can't tell me that's not going to be a beautiful work of art when it's finished. My grandkids are playing with my balls, they can't figure it out. They're like, 'What are these things?' I'm like, 'It's your future, read the chart.' They don't stop growing; they're like earlobes. That joke was inspired by a door that wasn't locked when I was 11.” YearsArtBeautifulGrowingDoorsFiguresJokesBallsInspiredFinishedWorks Of ArtOur FutureLockedYour FutureThighsMy BirthdayGrandkids Author:Daniel Tosh
“The place that I worked I used to joke about it. There was a, every morning at 10:30 I'd come into work and I'd go into this cubicle that had a little upright piano and fake white cork bricks on the wall, and a little slate that came out of the wall that you could actually write on. And a door that locked from the outside. Every day from 10 to 6, we'd go in there and pretend that we were 13 year old girls and write these songs. That was the gig.” WritingYearsLittlesUsedSongGirlWhiteMorningDoorsWallJokesPianoFakeLockedEvery MorningBricksGigsSlateCorkCubicles Author:Al Kooper