List Of Blow Quotes

If I'm The President Of The United States, I Walk Right Into Union Square, I Set Up My Little Presidential Podium, And I Say, 'listen, Citizens Of San Francisco, If You Vote Against Military Recruiting, You're Not Going To Get Another Nickel In Federal Funds. Fine. You Want To Be Your Own Country? Go Right Ahead. And If Al Qaeda Comes In Here And Blows You Up, We're Not Going To Do Anything About It. We're Going To Say, Look, Every Other Place In America Is Off Limits To You, Except San Francisco. You Want To Blow Up The Coit Tower? Go Ahead.'

I'm Enamored Of Any Person, A Young Person, A Lesbian, Straight, Gay Guy Who Wants To Go Over And Kill Bad Guys For Me And My Family. That Blows Me Away.

Well Life Has A Funny Way Of Sneaking Up On You When You Think Everything's Okay And Everything's Going Right And Life Has A Funny Way Of Helping You Out When You Think Everything's Gone Wrong And Everything Blows Up In Your Face

You Can Say Anything With A Post-it. I’m Not Entirely Sure Why That Is. Maybe The Friendliness Of The Squares Makes It Easier. A Square Is Nicely Compact And Less Intimidating Than A Full Page. And They Come In Cheerful Colors. Non-white Paper Is Kind Of Inherently Festive. Or Maybe Paper That Sticks Feels More Important Than Paper That Can Blow Away. (though You Can Move Them, If You Need To Put Them Somewhere Else.) They Might Not Be As Lasting As Words Carved In Stone, But Post-it Thoughts Will Stay. For Awhile, At Least.

I Will Blow Your Face Clean Off Your Face!

It Blows My Mind The Way Frank Miller Can Write.

Starting A Novel Is Opening A Door On A Misty Landscape; You Can Still See Very Little But You Can Smell The Earth And Feel The Wind Blowing.

Hey, Here's A Way To Stop Suicide Bombings - Give The Palestinians A Bunch Of Missile-firing Apache Helicopters And Let Them And The Israelis Go At Each Other Head To Head. Four Billion Dollars A Year To Israel - Four Billion Dollars A Year To The Palestinians - They Can Just Blow Each Other Up And Leave The Rest Of Us The Hell Alone.

Everything Just Blows Me Away.

Now For A Good Twelve-hour Sleep, I Told Myself. Twelve Solid Hours. Let Birds Sing, Let People Go To Work. Somewhere Out There, A Volcano Might Blow, Israeli Commandos Might Decimate A Palestinian Village. I Couldn't Stop It. I Was Going To Sleep.

I Stare At This Ceaseless, Rushing Crowd And Imagine A Time A Hundred Years From Now. In A Hundred Years Everybody Here-me Included-will Have Disappeared From The Face Of The Earth And Turned Into Ashes Or Dust. A Weird Thought, But Everything In Front Of Me Starts To Seem Unreal, Like A Gust Of Wind Could Blow It All Away.

This Is One More Piece Of Advice I Have For You: Don't Get Impatient. Even If Things Are So Tangled Up You Can't Do Anything, Don't Get Desperate Or Blow A Fuse And Start Yanking On One Particular Thread Before It's Ready To Come Undone. You Have To Realize It's Going To Be A Long Process And That You'll Work On Things Slowly, One At A Time.