“I'll quit eating meat when you get a cow out here to beat me at a poetry slam. Only so many words rhyme with 'Mooo.' I mean, yes, we're supposed to be better stewards; yes, we're supposed to take care of the earth; yes, we're supposed to honor the sacrifices made by the animals; yes yes yes yes yes, but dammit, we're in charge, and you know why? It's because of these [holding out thumbs]...Maybe you think that carrots are less important than cows. I think they're equal, especially in a sauce.” ThinkingKnowsMeanMadeImportantCareEarthAnimalSacrificeHonorEqualEatingBeatsTake CareQuittingSupposed To BeMeatCowsRhymeThumbsSauceSlamCarrotsStewardsEating Meat Author:Sherman Alexie
“The 'Phoenix Sun' did a list of the unsexiest men in the world, and I made it to number one. I beat out Bin Laden. He's a terrorist, hasn't bathed in months. I beat him out. To me it was a great honor.” MenWorldMadeNumbersSunMonthsHonorBeatsListsTerroristMade ItBin LadenPhoenix Author:Gilbert Gottfried
“Well, the most important thing in choreographing for a specific tune is to get the story line and try to make your movements, rather than just actual movements, let them become more or less a physical drama to, to what they were singing about. And uh, also, uh, honor the beat and the rhythmic pattern of the musical track.” TryingWellsImportantStoriesLinesMovementHonorDramaBeatsSingingImportant ThingsMusicalPatternsTrackTunes Author:Cholly Atkins
“Anytime I sing the anthem, it is an honor and my heart beats out of my chest.” HeartMy HeartHonorBeatsChestsLukeAnthemHeart BeatBryanSinging The National Anthem Author:Luke Bryan
“The Violins waltzed. The Cellos and Basses provided accompaniment. The Violas mourned their fate, while the Concertmaster showed off. The Flutes did bird imitations…repeatedly, and the reed instruments had the good taste to admire my jacket. The Trumpets held a parade in honor of our great nation, while the French Horns waxed nostalgic about something or other. The Trombones had too much to drink. The Percussion beat the band, and the Tuba stayed home playing cards with his landlady, the Harp, taking sips of warm milk a blue little cup. “But the Composer is still dead.” LittlesStillsHomeNationsToo MuchFateHonorDrinkTasteBandBeatsBirdBlueInstrumentsWarmAdmireCardsCupsMilkComposerImitationHornsJacketsBassViolinTrumpetsNostalgicParadesGood TasteGreat NationsReedsHarpsFlutesViolaPlaying CardsPercussionTromboneTubasFrench Horn Author:Daniel Handler