Munch On Quotes

#1. The fruits of labor are delicious, but individually they're not particularly fattening. So don't share yours, and munch on those of others whenever you can.

Mohsin Hamid

#2. For me, the two weeks between Christmas and Twelfth Night have come to be reserved for desultory reading. The pressure of the holiday is over, the weather outside is frightful, there are lots of leftovers to munch on, vacation hours are being used up.

Michael Dirda

#3. She was going to go to her room,munch on chocolate,then collapse into bed.
And if her upstairs neighbors decided to talk about who the daddy was or cry again about how much David was loved,she'd go up there and give them somthing to really bloody cry about.

Suzanne Wright

#4. Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with

Francesca Lia Block

#5. So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

Robert Browning

#6. when life hands you lemons you should take them . . . and whack life by the butt with those damn lemon until its bruised and then go munch on some chocolate

Mei

#7. I fully realize that every promise I make, the Republicans will double and the Democrats will redouble. They think this will make me vulnerable, but they don't know I have some tricks up my sleeve, along with a box of raisins to munch on while I'm waiting for the returns to come in.

Gracie Allen

#8. I thought the only way you can get into things is ... through the basement ... exactly where my studio was ... I could creep upstairs and snatch at things, and bring them down with me ... where I could munch away at them.

Paula Rego

#9. You win, you dirty evil butt-munch. I'll never not let you stay over again. Now let's go back to bed.

Ethan Day

#10. Half the world starves. What a planet. And the eating, if you're lucky enough to do any. Stuffing pieces of dead animals into a hole in your face. Then munch, munch, munch. If there's anybody watching, they must be dying of laughter.

Iris Murdoch

#11. Oh it's just my breakfast, Lisa. A couple of bags of Maltesers, a Toblerone, a Bounty, Jelly Tots, some Skips, seven bags of Monster Munch, Raj was doing a special offer on those, a box of Creme Eggs, and a can of Diet Coke.

David Walliams

#12. In our education system, we are taught to munch figures and remember them for lifetime. But does it help? We are not taught how to make decisions.

Chetan Bhagat

#13. The old woman is talking to herself. In between speaking to us, she's saying things like, A finger for breakfast, a hand for lunch, an ear for dinner, munch, munch, munch!

David Estes

#14. Most lives are a flight from selfhood. Most prefer the truths of the stable. You stick your head into the stanchions and munch contentedly until you die. Others use you for their purposes. Not once do you look outside the stable to lift your head and be your own creature.

Frank Herbert

#15. Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.

D.H. Lawrence

#16. Magistrate: May I die a thousand deaths ere I obey one who wears a veil!
Lysistrata: If that's all that troubles you, here take my veil, wrap it round your head, and hold your tounge. Then take this basket; put on a girdle, card wool, munch beans. The War shall be women's business.

Aristophanes

#17. I hope you come to hear the tale, and not just munch your way through the pages to the ending ... endings are heartless. An ending is a door no man can open.

Stephen King

#18. I never cheat or steal. Also, I never wear a top-hat with a sack coat or munch bananas in public on the streets, because a gentleman does not do those things either. I would as soon do the one as the other sort of thing
it is all a matter of harmony and good taste.

H.P. Lovecraft

#19. Okay, an intro class probably taught them how to get those booties and masks on. Did a munch teach them how to eat Scooby snacks in them?

M.Q. Barber

#20. My subconscious is furious, medusa-like in her anger, hair flying, her hands clenched around her face like Edvard Munch's Scream.

E.L. James

#21. Mom: How u today

Me:

Edvard Munch

Despair, 1829.

Oil on canvas

36 1/4 x 26 1/2" (92 x 67 cm)

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